Training me as your slave wasn’t as easy as you had expected. It took weeks of humiliation, force fucking and sleep deprivation. You brought home to live in your “toy box” and upon realizing that I wasn’t naturally as submissive as the job would require you began immediately breaking my spirit and turning me into your ideal submissive. I wont lie, there were times where I wanted to quit. Like when you would make me eat mine and your scat. You putting me into the shackles and leathers was a great way to really make sure I felt like a sex slave for you. I couldn’t deny the fact that you were going to break me no matter what. I slowly started to give in and that’s when we started to finally have fun. You bringing your friends and their furry friends over to force fuck me while you made videos is absolutely what pushed me over the edge. I knew there was no turning back now and that you would do what ever it took to put me in my proper place as your bondage slut. Now I don’t question you at all. I worship your cock every day and I am thankful for my bowl full of scatty goodness when I receive it. I know now exactly where my place is: at your feet and dressed in leather, chain around my neck and happy to please.