Did Ireally want that? I wasn't sexually attracted to men and couldn'timagine having a man on top of me stuffing his cock into my new vagina.Marta sa...d that once I was collared she would own me and I would be herslave. Is that what I want? It would give my life a purpose. Servingand pleasing my owner would be my reason to exist. I love being withMarta. I love serving her. I even like cleaning the bathrooms anddoing her laundry and ironing. How else can I serve Marta? What can Ido to. So then I went to live in their house for the weekend on the trial visit. I was very good during the trial visit so they would adopt me. I even didn't break anything which I would normally do a lot since I am so clumsy. They are rich and have a lot of nice stuff. They don't like me to say that they are rich though.One thing I really liked on the trial visit was sitting in Dad's lap. Of course, then I still called him Mr. Mitchell. At night I would sit in his lap in my pajamas and he would put. Without pain to help make it subside, her body buzzed and her clit hurt from being left unattended. “Please Master. Please!! This is torture. Please let your slut fuck you. I’ll do anything if you let me cum for you.” With her pelvis continuing to hump the air involuntarily, she stared at him like a lost puppy with a big frown.His unmovable face just stared at her. “On your knees and do it again,” he said quietly.Sarah got up on her knees with her legs spread wide feeling dizzy from the. "You've got to be fuckin' kidding me!" I cried. "You call that chopping parsley!" The cute pink-cheeked little butter ball was actually doing an awesome job, but I wanted to tell her off and spank her big bottom. And that is just what I did. They all knew I was just pretending. And they were determined to have fun at my expense as well. "Now to slice up some salami for the pizza!" cried a skinny freckly redhead, grabbing my cock in one hand and a huge butcher knife in the other. "Hey!".