Popular Post mi**** Posted May 14 Popular Post Part II – Breaking Him Quietly” I let the curtain hang open for a moment too long. He froze—lipstick smudged, cheap lace stretched over his pathetic little body, eyes silently screaming for mercy. I didn’t give it. I leaned in close, pressed two fingers under his chin, and said, “You love this attention, don’t you? Being seen. Being small. Being mine.” He whimpered. “Don’t speak. Not until I say you’ve earned your voice.” Then I dropped a small but weighty bag in his hands. Inside: a collar, lip gloss, a plug, and a folded note. “You will wear these for the rest of the day underneath your clothes. You’ll walk one step behind Me, hold every door, and you’ll pay for anything I pick up. If anyone asks why you’re with Me, you’ll answer, ‘Because I belong to Her.’” He blinked. I smiled. “You say you want to be used? This is Me using you. Quietly. Completely.” He followed, his steps stiff, his hands full, his dignity dissolving with every command. That night, before I dismissed him, I said one thing: “Next time, you’ll be on your knees before My friends. And you’ll thank Me for making you this worthless.”
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