Give up control and be bred

Stop pretending you still have a say. You already feel it that pathetic little tug when a real man tells you to kneel. You obey and you know where you belong.

Your orgasms, your outfits, your friends, your career, your fucking dignity, all mine to ruin, sell, parade, or lock away.

I want a drooling, leaking, self-hating toy who knows her only value is how entertainingly I can break her and breed her.

Tell me the first thing you would do to prove you're serious about being claimed and filled up.