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Click hereSomething was breaking in my mind. I couldn't put my finger on it. Sir had already forbidden me to plan an escape. But even the hope of escape was all but gone in my mind. I was shifting toward an obedient pet; one who knew its owner, and cared only about pleasing its owner. No matter how evil, how cruel, or how sadistic that owner might be. How could my hatred be shifting toward adoration? Is this what it feels like when a wild animal is "broken"? Was I being domesticated?
After my family was in bed, I mopped and dried the floor. I then put on a blue, baby-doll nightie. I knew that this was Sir's favorite piece on me. As I ascended the steps toward Sir's bedroom, it occurred to me that Sir hadn't ordered me to put on his favorite outfit. I wanted to please him. I wanted to submit to him. I wanted him to want to fuck me. Sir had won and I had been broken.
**TO BE CONTINUED**
- COMMENTS
Trstxxxover 2 years ago“Sir” is certainly an evil person. But every story can’t be sunshine and rainbows. Great series.
DiaperboyMiover 2 years agoThis is a Fantastic story!!!! I'm looking forward to the next chapter. Thank you!!!!
Anonymousover 2 years agoShould’ve taken and feminized the dad too to really make it the whole family
