Some women were born to be worshiped, others were born to serve. I am the latter. I know my place. It is on my knees or all fours. I tell men all the time they don’t need to break me. I was broken in decades ago by daddy, which was only reinforced by countless men. But I have discovered that masters like to break a bitch. My newest master took me telling him I was already broken in as insubordination. To make me “less mouthy,” he duck tapped my mouth and nose. He left just two tiny holes for me to breathe, barely. He tossed me in a dark closest with rodents for 3 days. I struggled for every little breath, even passed out at times. I was denied food and water. I had to make my living space a bathroom space too. The worst part was that I was not alone in the closet. Rodents gnawed at my extremities. When he returned for me, I was a mess. Scared, frightened, broken. How would you break me for to your will, sir?
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