‘I sincerely hope so, Daddy~’ We spent at least 30 minutes after that talking about fetishes and kinks, setting up safe-words, and exchanging blu...hing glances and nervous laughter. I felt a strange relief, a release of excess pressure almost, from the honesty… even as I felt my mind reeling in fear that I’d go one tic too far into my kink pantheon and send her scurrying off. But she stayed, resting her head against my chest and then on my lap, countering each of mine with one of her own and. This is the only thing I am good for. The only use for a young whore like me. I am only a hole, for men to dump their cum in. I am disgusting." --- she said looking at the ground --- "I am the property of Hank and Sam, and I love them as a dog I am. I am to be trained. I am to be beaten. I am to be tortured and raped. I am less then a dog. My suffering has no value, apart from the pleasure it brings to my Owners. I exist only because they allow me to. And I will be put down when I become. Think of it like this, maybe: when you’re travelling on a motorway, you may not sense how fast you are going until the the car in front slams on its brakes. In the same way, what seems ‘normal’ to someone who sees a lot of pornography, or has experienced a steady escalation in the material they’re viewing, may be far from normal (and even abhorrent) to someone who doesn’t - or has, but decided it wasn’t for them.The take-home, though, is that pornography is not in-and-of-itself, the problem.. She pulled away and leaned down to whisper in my ear, "fuck me Johnny*". So I did. I thrust inside of her with all my might. Huffing away at her. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Her tits leaping like balloons at a disco as she straddled me. Her hands pushing down on my chest, crushing her tits together. Face to the ceiling. "Johnny*, Johnny*, Johnny*, JOHNNY*," she shouted. "SHHHHHH," I pleaded. But she wouldn't listen. "Johnny*! Johnny*!! Johnneee-uuuhhhhh*!!" And she came hard. I'd never been with a girl.