
Your stare burns into me as you look upon my body bound, broken, and trembling at your feet. My mind races, fearing what will happen next. Yet I can’t help, but be wet with anticipation. I crave your touch, your abuse, and your humiliation. You have broken me down into a pathetic mess on the floor. Begging you to stop, but secretly hoping for more. I am yours, yours to ruin and yours to build back up into your perfect little girl.