Slave Training A Girl When She’s Super Young Builds a Good Whore

slave trainingSome men think I need slave training, but I do not think I do. Sure, like any submissive woman, we might need to learn a new master’s way of doing things, but I am a seasoned submissive woman. Someone has owned me since I was a little girl. My father owned me first. I never had a father. I had a master. Even though I ran away from him and never came back, he made me the way I am today. A good whore who does what a guy tells her to do. Honestly, I do not know if my father is still alive.

My master and I discussed my old man recently. He wanted to know if I had looked him up at all. Perhaps, I am curious about what happened to him, but never curious enough to really look for him. He could very much be alive. He would be younger than my master, LOL. Master never pushes the subject much. He knows I am a submissive sex slut because of my father, but that I also endured years of severe abuse at the hands of the man who gave me life.

Although master would never do most of the things my father did to me, my master thought I should let him find out what happened to dear old dad for closure. Or even to learn if I have siblings out there, I know nothing about. I finally caved, and let master do some DNA matching and searching. What he discovered shocked us both. The man and woman I believed to be my parents, were not my biological parents. In fact, I appear to be a kidnapped girl from 1980. Mind blown.

submissive sexMaster thinks the woman I thought abandoned me likely kidnapped me for him and might have been a victim herself. Since it does appear my biological parents died sometime ago in a car accident, I will never know the answers to so many questions. I am a submissive woman because of this man, but I have no desire to go to the cops or anything. Honestly, my life turned out okay despite its rocky beginning. I’ve made a good life out of being an owned woman.

Plus, it’s kind of ingenious of a man to want a little girl to abuse so badly, he gets a woman to kidnap him one. Maybe, if I had not run away, I would have aged out for him and kidnapped him a newer, younger model than me. Although I am overwhelmed by this new knowledge, it explains why the man I believed to be my father never wanted me in public school and never came looking for me once I ran way. Perhaps, he got a new me, but with DNA advancements and modern technology got caught with subsequent girls. I might never know.

Oddly enough, the man I believed for decades to be my biological father and who I have feared most of my life, now is like a folk hero in my mind. Wow. I really am a good submissive whore. What lengths would you go through to have the perfect victim?

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