I See You.

My Property – Part 2: Good Pets Obey”

The door shuts behind me with a satisfying click.

And there she is. Right where she belongs.

On her knees. Naked. Waiting.

The light from the hallway cuts across her bare skin, highlighting the way her back curves just slightly as she presents herself to me—shoulders pulled back, thighs parted wide, her collar locked tight around her neck. Her eyes stay lowered, exactly as trained, but the words come without hesitation:

“Thank you, Sir… for owning me.”

My lips curl into a slow smile. She doesn’t even look up for praise—she’s too deep in her place. Not a partner. Not a lover. Not even a person in this moment. Just my slave. My possession. My obedient, wet little pet.

I say nothing.

I make her wait.

I walk slowly around her like a predator circling a caged thing. I see the way she breathes—shallow, needy, already trembling. Her thighs are slick and glistening. Her nipples are tight. Her body is practically begging me to touch her. To use her. To take.

I stop behind her. Let the silence stretch like a leash around her throat. Then:

“Crawl to me.”

She moves instantly—on hands and knees, crawling across the hardwood floor like the obedient bitch she is. Her ass sways naturally, submissively. It’s not performance—it’s instinct now. Her mouth opens slightly, like she’s hoping I’ll spit in it again. Like a pet begging for scraps.

I grip her chin hard and lift her face. Her eyes stay down.

“Look at me.”

She obeys.

“Do you exist for anything other than my use?”

“No, Sir.”

“Are you a woman?”

“No, Sir.”

“What are you?”

“Your property. Your slave. Your pet. I’m whatever you say I am.”

Good.

I shove two fingers between her legs and feel just how soaked she is—hot and dripping and pulsing around nothing.

“You’re disgusting,” I growl. “Dripping like a needy bitch just because I walked in the door.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers. “I’m disgusting. I’m yours.”

I pull my fingers out, hold them to her lips. She opens eagerly. I feed her her own slick like it’s dinner. She sucks hungrily, moaning, her tongue swirling as she cleans my fingers like the obedient little thing she is.

“Get in position. Hands on the floor. Knees spread. Face the mirror.”

She scrambles to obey. She knows the rules. I watch her crawl to the full-length mirror I installed for this very reason—so she can watch herself be used.

She settles on all fours, her collar shining, her pussy exposed and twitching.

I unzip my pants slowly and step behind her, my cock already hard, thick with anticipation.

“You’ve got one job in this house,” I say as I slap her ass hard. “And that’s to be used.”

Another slap. Then another. I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head up to the mirror.

“Look at yourself. Look at what you are.”

She stares, whimpering.

“My little fuckpet. My cumdrunk slave. You live for this.”

“Yes, Sir. Please use me. Please… don’t stop.”

I push inside her in one deep, brutal thrust. She screams—but it’s the kind of scream I love: relief mixed with pain, like her body’s finally back where it belongs.

“Shut up and take it.”

I fuck her like she’s a toy. Like she has no thoughts, no agency, no purpose except to milk my cock and moan for my pleasure. I wrap her leash around my hand and use it to control her rhythm—yanking when I want her deeper, tightening when I want her to moan louder.

“You’re not even human to me anymore,” I snarl. “You’re a fucking object. A hole with a heartbeat. You understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she gasps. “Use me. Break me. I’m yours.”

Her cunt squeezes around me like she’s already close. But she knows better.

“You do not cum unless I command it.”

“Yes, Sir. Please—please let me.”

I don’t answer. I just keep going. Relentless. Cruel. Filling her completely, pushing her further than most would survive. She screams into the floor, hands clawing at the wood.

I pull out just before I explode, shove her flat to the ground, and straddle her face.

“Mouth open.”

She obeys instantly, tongue out, lips parted, hungry.

I stroke myself, spit dripping down onto her tongue as I groan. My cock pulses, and I unload deep into her mouth—thick, hot ropes that she swallows without hesitation, her eyes locked on mine the entire time.

“Good. Fucking. Pet.”

She swallows again, then whispers: “Thank you, Sir.”

I look down at her—naked, wrecked, face messy and dripping with sweat and spit and my cum.

I snap a photo. Then two.

“You’re mine. And tomorrow, we’re going to show them what a real slave looks like.”

On my knees for you Sir. Thank you so much for owning me.

Waiting to see if my puppy has earned what she’s begging for

In the privacy of our dimly lit bedroom, the air is thick with tension — charged, electric. You kneel before me, naked, your body trembling with anticipation and the faintest trace of fear. Your skin glows in the soft amber light, marked with faint bruises and scratches from nights like this — reminders of what you crave. Your nipples are hard, pebbled from the cool air and the memory of my touch, begging for attention. Your thighs press together, instinctively trying to hide the slick heat between them.

I walk slowly around you, letting my presence wrap around you like a leash. My fingers trail along your jawline, slow and deliberate, before tightening around it. I tilt your chin up until your eyes meet mine — wide, obedient, burning with want.

“You know who you belong to,” I say, my voice low and sharp like a blade drawn in silence.

Then — a slap. Sharp and sudden. Your cheek turns pink as your lips part in surprise. I don’t give you time to process. I spit into your open mouth, watching the way your breath stutters as it lands on your tongue. “Swallow it,” I command. You do, eyes never leaving mine, and my cock twitches at the sight.

My hands find your breasts, greedy and rough. I squeeze, pinch, then slap them — once, twice — watching the skin ripple and redden under my touch. You gasp, a broken sound that echoes in the stillness. I drink it in.

I move behind you, pushing your shoulders down until your chest presses into the sheets and your ass rises for me — a perfect offering. I grip each cheek, spreading you wide. You whimper, helpless and displayed. I slap your ass, the sound loud and delicious, the skin blooming red beneath my hand. Then another, harder. You yelp, your hips jerking.

Between your legs, you’re soaked — your arousal dripping, glistening, betraying your need. I run two fingers over your slit, slow and teasing, then deliver a sharp slap to your pussy. You cry out — not in protest, but in aching need.

“Please,” you whisper, breath shaky, voice wrecked with desire.

“Please, what?” I ask, dragging my nails lightly along the inside of your thighs. “Beg properly.”

“Please, Master… fuck me. Use me. I need it.”

That’s better.

I grab your hair and yank your head back as I line up behind you. My cock slides between your slick folds, not entering, just torturing — making you feel every inch without the release. “You’re my fucktoy. My cumdump. My perfect little hole,” I growl into your ear. “And you’re going to thank me for every second of it.”

Then I thrust into you hard, and your body jolts. You scream into the mattress as I fill you, your walls clenching tight around me like your body already knows who it belongs to. I start moving — slow at first, then harder, faster — using you with the kind of control that only years of trust and training allow.

Each slap of skin against skin, each moan torn from your throat, pushes me deeper into that feral part of myself that only you get to see. I slap your ass again, the flesh bouncing beautifully, my fingers leaving marks like a brand.

Then I stop.

You whimper in frustration. I flip you over, your chest heaving, sweat slicking your skin. I spread your legs wide, exposing your swollen pussy, already red from use. I deliver a slap right to your clit, and your whole body twitches. “Good girl,” I murmur, leaning in close. “So sensitive… so ready.”

I thrust into you again, deeper now, finding that spot that makes your eyes roll back. I watch your expression as you fall apart — every gasp, every tremor, every frantic grasp for the sheets as I fuck you toward the edge.

You’re close. I can feel it — the desperate clench of your pussy, the trembling of your thighs.

“Don’t come,” I warn, my voice a growl.

You try — gods, you try — but I keep hitting that spot, each thrust deliberate, punishing. You cry out, overwhelmed.

Then I give you permission.

“Now. Come for me.”

You shatter — your whole body convulsing around me, the orgasm tearing through you like fire. Your pussy milks my cock, pulling me with you. I thrust once, twice more — then explode inside you, hot and deep, claiming you the only way I know how.

I stay buried in you for a moment, letting our bodies twitch and settle. Then I pull out, slowly, watching as my cum drips from your used hole — a perfect, messy, filthy sight.

I grab your chin again, forcing you to look at me. “Mine,” I say, voice dark, final.

You nod, dazed and satisfied. “Yours,” you whisper, eyes full of devotion.

I kiss you hard — tongues tangled, breaths shared — then guide you back to your knees. “Clean me up,” I command, cock still wet and twitching.

You obey, worshipfully, your tongue moving slowly, lovingly, licking me clean. It’s not just submission — it’s reverence.

When you’re done, I pull you into my arms. “Good girl,” I whisper against your ear, kissing your hair.

But the night is young.

There will be more.

More fucking.

More claiming.

More you.

In the heart of our private sanctuary, the room was bathed in the soft glow of flickering candles, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls. The air was thick with anticipation and the sweet scent of your arousal. You knelt before me, naked and trembling, your eyes fixed on the floor, a picture of perfect submission.

"Look at you," I chuckled, my voice low and commanding, "on your knees, just where you belong." I reached out, my fingers tangling in your hair, pulling your head back so your eyes met mine. "You're mine tonight, aren't you?"

You nodded, your breath hitching as I tugged harder. "Yes, Master," you whispered, your voice trembling as much as your body.

I released you, my hand trailing down your cheek before I stepped back, my eyes never leaving yours. "Show me how much you want to please me," I ordered, my voice thick with desire.

Without hesitation, you crawled towards me, your movements slow and deliberate, your eyes never leaving mine. You stopped at my feet, your hands reaching out to undo the laces of my boots. I watched as you removed them, your fingers trembling slightly as you set them aside.

You looked up at me, your eyes wide and pleading. "May I, Master?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. I nodded, my eyes never leaving yours as you leaned forward, your lips brushing against my bare feet.

You kissed and licked every inch of my feet, your tongue darting out to trace the lines and curves, your lips worshipping me with every touch. I felt a shiver run down my spine as your tongue dipped between my toes, your eyes never leaving mine.

"Good girl," I praised, my voice low and husky. "Now, show me how much you want to please me."

You moved up, your hands trailing up my legs, your lips following the path of your hands. You stopped at the waistband of my pants, your fingers fumbling with the button and zipper, your eyes never leaving mine. I watched as you pulled my pants down, my erection springing free, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

You looked up at me, your eyes wide and innocent, your lips parted in a silent plea. I nodded, my hand tangling in your hair once more, pulling you towards me. "Suck," I commanded, my voice thick with desire.

You didn't hesitate, your lips wrapping around my cock, your tongue swirling around the tip. I groaned, my hand tightening in your hair as you took me deeper, your throat constricting around me. You looked up at me, your eyes watering, your lips stretched around my cock.

I pulled you off, my hand guiding you down to my balls. "Worship them," I ordered, my voice thick with desire. You nodded, your lips wrapping around one ball, your tongue swirling around it before moving to the other.

I groaned, my hand tightening in your hair as you worshipped me, your lips and tongue working magic on my balls. I pulled you off, my hand guiding you back to my cock. "Suck," I commanded, my voice thick with desire.

You took me deep, your lips stretching around my cock, your tongue swirling around the tip. I groaned, my hand tightening in your hair as I thrust deeper into your mouth, my cock hitting the back of your throat.

I pulled you off, my hand guiding you back to my balls. "Worship them," I ordered, my voice thick with desire. You nodded, your lips wrapping around one ball, your tongue swirling around it before moving to the other.

I groaned, my hand tightening in your hair as you worshipped me, your lips and tongue working magic on my balls. I pulled you off, my hand guiding you back to my cock. "Suck," I commanded, my voice thick with desire.

You took me deep, your lips stretching around my cock, your tongue swirling around the tip. I groaned, my hand tightening in your hair as I thrust deeper into your mouth, my cock hitting the back of your throat.

I pulled you off, my hand guiding you down to my ass. "Worship me," I ordered, my voice thick with desire. You nodded, your lips and tongue working magic on my ass, your fingers teasing my hole.

I groaned, my hand tightening in your hair as you worshipped me, your lips and tongue working magic on my ass. I pulled you off, my hand guiding you back to my cock. "Fuck me," I commanded, my voice thick with desire.

You straddled me, your pussy hovering over my cock. I groaned as you lowered yourself onto me, your pussy stretching around my cock. You moaned, your eyes fluttering shut as you started to ride me, your hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

I groaned, my hands gripping your hips as I thrust up into you, my cock filling you completely. You moaned, your fingers digging into my chest as you rode me harder, your pussy tightening around me.

I groaned, my hands gripping your hips as I thrust up into you, my cock filling you completely. You moaned, your fingers digging into my chest as you rode me.

In the heart of the university, I strolled into your lecture hall, my presence commanding attention. The room fell silent, all eyes on me, the Master Dom. "Excuse me, everyone," I began, my voice echoing through the room. "This young woman here," I gestured towards you, "is my breeding cow whore. I've come to use her, and I invite you all to join me in her humiliation and degradation."

A collective gasp filled the room, but I saw the hunger in their eyes. They wanted to see the forbidden, to partake in the taboo. I turned to you, my submissive girl, and smirked. "Take off your clothes," I commanded, my voice firm and unyielding.

You hesitated for a moment, the reality of the situation setting in. But you knew better than to disobey me. You stood up, your hands trembling as you began to undress. The room watched in awe as your clothes fell to the floor, revealing your naked body.

"On your knees," I ordered, and you complied without question. I unzipped my pants, releasing my hard dick. "Suck," I commanded, and you obeyed, taking me into your mouth. The room watched as you pleasured me, your lips wrapped around my dick.

I looked around the room, meeting the eyes of the students and teachers. "Who wants to join?" I asked, and hands shot up. I chuckled, amused by their eagerness. "You," I pointed to a young man, "come here."

He approached, his eyes filled with lust. I gestured towards you. "She's all yours," I said, and he didn't hesitate. He dropped his pants and positioned himself behind you, entering you with a groan.

The room watched as you were used, your body a playground for our pleasure. I watched as the young man fucked you, his dick sliding in and out of your pussy. I could see the pleasure on your face, and it only made me harder.

"Switch," I commanded, and the young man pulled out. I took his place, entering you from behind. I could feel your pussy tighten around me as I thrust into you, the pleasure intense.

The room watched as we continued to use you, our dicks sliding in and out of your pussy and mouth. I could feel my orgasm building, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. "Cum for me," I commanded, and you obeyed, your body shuddering as you came.

I pulled out, my dick covered in your juices. I turned to the room, my dick still hard. "Who's next?" I asked, and hands shot up once again. I chuckled, amused by their eagerness. "You," I pointed to a young woman, "come here."

She approached, her eyes filled with lust. I gestured towards you. "She's all yours," I said, and she didn't hesitate. She dropped to her knees, her mouth finding your pussy. The room watched as she pleasured you, her tongue flicking against your clit.

I watched as the young woman pleasured you, her tongue sliding in and out of your pussy. I could see the pleasure on your face, and it only made me harder. "Switch," I commanded, and the young woman pulled away. I took her place, my tongue replacing hers.

The room watched as I pleasured you, my tongue sliding in and out of your pussy. I could feel your body shuddering as you came, your juices coating my tongue. I stood up, my dick still hard.

"Who's next?" I asked, and hands shot up once again. I chuckled, amused by their eagerness. "You," I pointed to a young man, "come here."

He approached, his eyes filled with lust. I gestured towards you. "She's all yours," I said, and he didn't hesitate. He dropped his pants and positioned himself behind you, entering you with a groan.

The room watched as he fucked you, his dick sliding in and out of your pussy. I watched as he pleasured you, his dick thrusting into you. I could see the pleasure on your face, and it only made me harder.

You walked into my office, your heart pounding in your chest, unsure of what to expect. You had been seeing me, Dr. Master, for a few months now, but today was different. I had scheduled a routine check-up, but as you took your seat, you noticed the breeding bench in the corner, gleaming under the clinical lights. I could see the confusion in your eyes, but I didn't let on.

"Just a routine check-up, my dear," I said, my voice dripping with a sweet venom. "Lie down on the bed, and we'll get started."

You hesitated for a moment, but the submissive in you took over. You lay down on the bed, your heart still pounding, as I secured your wrists and ankles with the leather straps. The cold metal of the speculum touched your inner thighs, and you gasped, your eyes wide.

"What's going on, Dr. Master?" you asked, your voice trembling.

"Just a little experiment, my dear," I said, my eyes gleaming with mischief. "You see, I've been wanting to breed you for a while now, and today seems like the perfect day."

You gasped, your eyes widening even more. "But, Dr. Master, I..."

"Hush, my dear," I said, cutting you off. "This is what you want, isn't it? To be bred, to be filled with my seed, to feel my dick deep inside you?"

You couldn't deny it. You had fantasized about this moment for weeks, your pussy aching for my touch, your body craving my dominance. You nodded, your breath hitching as I spread your legs wide and inserted the speculum.

The cold metal slid inside you, opening you up, exposing your wet pussy to the cool air. I could see the desire in your eyes, the need, the hunger. I leaned in, my breath hot on your skin, and whispered, "I'm going to fuck you, my dear. I'm going to fuck you until you can't take it anymore, until you beg me to stop."

You moaned, your body writhing beneath me, as I thrust my fingers inside you. You were so wet, so ready, and I could feel your pussy clenching around my fingers, begging for more. I pulled out, replacing my fingers with my dick, and thrust into you, hard and deep.

You screamed, your body arching off the bed, as I fucked you, my dick pounding into you, filling you up. You could feel my balls slapping against your ass, my dick hitting your cervix, and you knew that this was it, this was what you had been waiting for.

I could feel your pussy clenching around me, your orgasm building, and I thrust harder, faster, wanting to feel you come around my dick. You screamed, your body shaking, as you came, your pussy milking my dick, begging for my seed.

I groaned, my dick twitching inside you, as I came, filling you up with my seed. You could feel it, hot and wet, inside you, and you knew that you were mine, that you were bred.

I pulled out, my dick still hard, and you could see the cum dripping out of you, pooling on the breeding bench. You looked up at me, your eyes filled with desire, and I could see the question in them.

"Again?" I asked, a wicked grin spreading across my face.

You nodded, your body aching for more, for my touch, for my dominance. And as I slid my dick back inside you, you knew that this was just the beginning.

"Fuck, you're so tight," I groaned, my dick throbbing inside you. "I'm going to fill you up again, my dear. I'm going to breed you again and again, until you're overflowing with my seed."

You moaned, your body arching off the bed, as I fucked you, my dick pounding into you, filling you up. You could feel my balls slapping against your ass, my dick hitting your cervix, and you knew that this was it, this was what you had been waiting for.

I could feel your pussy clenching around me, your orgasm building, and I thrust harder, faster, wanting to feel you come around my dick. You screamed, your body shaking, as you came, your pussy milking my dick, begging for my seed.

I groaned, my dick twitching inside you, as I came, filling you up with my seed. You could feel it, hot and wet, inside you, and you knew that you were mine, that you were bred.

The evening had been filled with laughter and good food, your husband's cooking skills never failed to impress me. As the night wore on, we found ourselves retiring to our respective rooms. I settled into the guest bed, my mind still buzzing with the events of the evening. The house was quiet, save for the faint sound of your husband's gaming headset as he indulged in his nightly Call of Duty session.

Just as I was about to drift off, I felt a soft touch on my shoulder. I opened my eyes to find you standing by the bed, your silhouette barely visible in the dim light filtering in from the hallway. "He's always playing that damn game," you whispered, your voice filled with frustration. "He never has time for me."

I sat up, surprised and a bit confused. "What are you saying, Sarra ?" I asked, using your name for the first time in a way that felt more intimate than before.

You sighed, your hand moving to the sash of your robe. "I'm saying that I need someone who can give me the attention I deserve," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. With a swift motion, you untied the sash, letting the robe fall to the floor.

I couldn't help but stare at your naked form, my heart pounding in my chest. Your body was a masterpiece, curves in all the right places, and your breasts, full and inviting. "Sarra, are you sure about this?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, stepping closer to the bed. "I've never been surer about anything," you replied, your voice filled with a desire that made my heart race. You climbed onto the bed, your body pressing against mine. I could feel the heat radiating from your skin, the scent of your arousal filling the room.

I didn't need any more convincing. I pulled you closer, my lips finding yours in a passionate kiss. Your hands roamed my body, pulling at my clothes until I was as naked as you. I could feel your heart pounding against mine, your breath hot against my skin.

I trailed my lips down your neck, my hands cupping your breasts. I could feel your nipples harden under my touch, your breath hitching as I rolled them between my fingers. I continued my descent, my lips finding your nipples, teasing and sucking until you were moaning softly.

I moved lower, my lips tracing a path down your stomach, my hands gripping your hips. I could feel your body trembling with anticipation, your legs parting to give me access. I didn't waste any time, my tongue darting out to taste your sweet pussy.

You moaned loudly, your hands gripping my hair as I licked and sucked at your clit. I could feel you getting closer, your body tensing under my touch. I slipped a finger inside you, curling it to hit that spot that made you see stars.

You came with a loud moan, your body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over you. I didn't give you time to recover, my cock already rock hard and ready to fuck you. I positioned myself at your entrance, looking into your eyes as I slowly pushed inside.

You gasped, your body stretching to accommodate me. I could feel your pussy clenching around me, pulling me deeper. I started to move, my thrusts slow and deep, drawing out your pleasure.

I could feel your body responding, your hips moving to meet mine. I could feel your pussy clenching around me, pulling me deeper. I knew you were close, your moans getting louder, your body tensing under mine.

I thrust harder, faster, wanting to feel you come around my cock. You cried out, your body shaking as you came, your pussy milking my cock. I couldn't hold back any longer, my own orgasm hitting me like a freight train.

We lay there, panting and sweaty, our bodies still connected. I could feel your heart pounding against mine, your breath hot against my skin. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice filled with a satisfaction that made me smile.

I chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Anytime, Sarra ," I replied, my voice filled with a promise that I knew I would keep.

As I lay there, my body still tingling from the aftermath of our encounter, I couldn't help but think about the witty ending to this story. I guess sometimes, the best stories are the ones that are left unfinished, their endings left to the imagination of the reader. But one thing was for sure, this was a night I would never forget

I’ll stand over you, one hand in your hair, the other trailing down your throat to remind you who owns every inch of this perfect, begging body.

I won’t be gentle. Not when you’re presenting yourself like the obedient little offering you are.

You don’t just want me to do my thing.

You want to be undone by it.

Used, worshiped, ruined—and rebuilt as mine.

And that’s exactly what you’ll get.

Gravity got you there.

Now I’ll keep you there.

Gravity did her thing. Now I just need you to do yours.

"You've been a good girl, haven't you?" I say, looking you up and down as you stand naked in front of me. My friends are due to arrive any minute now, and I can't wait for them to see what a perfect little breeding cow you've become.

"Yes, master," you reply, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. I can see the wetness glistening between your legs, and I know you're ready for this.

The doorbell rings, and I call out for my friends to come in. They file into the living room, their eyes widening as they take in the sight of you, standing there on display like a piece of meat.

"Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet my new prize cow," I say, a proud smile on my face. "Feel free to inspect her holes and udders, and even milk her if you like. She's here for your enjoyment."

My friends waste no time in taking me up on my offer. They circle around you, poking and prodding at your body like you're a science experiment. One of them reaches out and pinches your nipple, eliciting a gasp from you. Another runs his hand up your thigh, stopping just short of your pussy.

I watch as they take turns milking you, your udders swelling and deflating with each pull. Your face is flushed with pleasure, your breath coming in short, sharp bursts.

"Enough," I say finally, my voice thick with desire. "It's time for the real fun to begin."

My friends waste no time in stripping off their clothes, their hard cocks springing free. They move towards you, surrounding you on all sides.

"You're ours now," one of them says, his hand wrapped around his dick. "We're going to fuck every one of your holes until you can't take it anymore."

You nod, your eyes wide with fear and excitement. I can see the wetness dripping down your legs, and I know you're ready for this.

They take turns fucking you, their cocks sliding in and out of your holes with ease. You moan and gasp with each thrust, your body trembling with pleasure.

I watch as they take turns filling you up, their cum dripping out of your holes and onto the floor. You're a mess of sweat and cum, your body glistening in the light.

Finally, they're spent. They pull out of you, their cocks glistening with your juices.

"You've been a good breeding cow," I say, running my hand over your sweaty forehead. "But now it's time for you to rest."

You nod, your body spent. I help you to the couch, wrapping a blanket around your trembling frame.

"Thank you, master," you whisper, your eyes fluttering closed.

I smile, watching as you drift off to sleep. My friends gather around me, clapping me on the back and congratulating me on my prize cow.

"She's a keeper," one of them says, his eyes lingering on your sleeping form.

I nod, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction wash over me. You're mine, and I'll never let you go.