It has been nearly a year, I think, since Pedro has treated me more like his property than a human being. But I am fine with this. I live to serve my master, because I know that if I please him, I will be rewarded with an approving glance, or maybe an hour or so in his underwear, if I am lucky. He doesnt use me sexually like he used too, so every chance I get to be near his massive bulge, I cherish and savor. He mainly keeps me in a box with his used socks when he isnt home. Every day, while I wait for my master to return, I am constantly reminded that I belong to him, because I no longer have my own scent. I smell like him. I am basically apart of him.
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