[SilentFeather]

Jayden was indeed submissive, now repetitively of such, nodding as she grew silent. She was sure to be the greatest she could be for her Mistress, her Madame Becca, "Thank you Mistress Becca." She replied, "I only live and exist to serve you, your desires and your every command."

When her supple, yet fleshed by blushing face, primarily a cheek, was touched and caressed by an embrace from Becca's hand she closed her eyes, swallowing soft, momentarily doing so to focus on what her task was, resisting a strong urge to shudder as fear overcome her.

As her lips were suddenly kissed, she kissed her lover's lips back softer, and although momentary, and a slight peck, still, she indulged in such submissively, whimpering softly as she settled in the passenger seat. She lowered her eyes, staring down at her hands that were now resting in her lap., both slightly fidgety but just looked as if she were wringing them out of water.

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Jin had gotten into the routine of "servant", "slave" and "future brood-mare of Master Brandon, obeying more and more as the days rolled on by. After a few weeks, he was subjected to bruta, soul-snatching, and orgasmic fuckings that left him beyond bruised and sore by Jin, and each one that passed he was left unable to move for a time, simply lying in their shared bed, weeping softly in agony.

He was granted days or nights of rest, but it was rather short and fleeting but he adored those nonetheless, using them for absolute resting.

The night that followed, his Master, Brandon being his name was arrived home from his "tasks" and as usual Jin was at his usual, slumbering like the dead itself in the bedroom that he and his Master had occupied together, sprawled out on the right side which was facing away from the door of the room. And being as tired as he was he did not have the strength in him to utter a response. Upon his lanky, petite form he wore a lace, light pink yet feminine panties that were of Brandon's favorite but his chest was bare of clothing, becaue of a sweltering nightfall.

As he heard footsteps he wished to move but was too overcome by weariness to even care, and as he was moved from his side to his backside, he was left blissfully unaware that his Master was with wandering eyes upon his vulnerable body.

He huffed gently in his slumber, letting forth a breath but the remainder of it was cut off by a fierce, searing pain that surged through every nerve ending of his now overpowered entire body. His eyes opened without fluttering, focusing on the blurry image now above him, his Master Brandon, a man who owned everything about him, now and forever.

He did as he was meant to do, stretching and spreading his legs further outward, slightly squirming just a smidgen to endure, to shift into a more comfortable position and most of all, to prepare his whole entire body which now felt like a war-zone of emotion.