“Broken Will“, Serenity In Being Free

Tears, of remembering. But not of sadness, pity nor of shame. This one’s memory drifts back to her first memory of her slavery. Being raised, in dominants & submission, Gor lifestyle within her family Cherokee culture. That broke and set free this one’s submission. Such, sweet serenity one day will be found. About the age of five, running around playing as a normal child. With her siblings in such natural form. Bare skinned, rambunctious, filled with untamed spirit. Still nursing and sharing of her mother.
Seeing many females come and go. Shiny metal collars. Natural in nature, even at such a young age. Looking up at her Father, hearing Him say come here “My, lil puss”. crawling up in His lap. Tightly little arms hugs, with such comfort. Many times feeling firm, but gentle Fathering, mastering hands. Grooming, one’s pure untarnished little body. Let Me, see how well My lil puss bathed. Now show them teeth, puss. Feeling a twist, small pinch to tender nipples. A smack across her bare skin.
What un-clean mouth. Down you go, another swat upon her little ass. TEETH BRUSHED NOW. With a deep firm sounding voice. “baw” yes, Papa, yes Papa! Pouting walking away. Siblings fussing, kenneled being called. Knowing just one more sip of water. Nothing but furs upon a floor, to lay dreaming upon . Falling to sleep, hearing sounds of moans and cries of what later learned to be of sweet serenity of pain and pleasure in servitude.
Growing up, raised with a firm, strict fathering, mastering hands. Lustful cravings handed down from mother to daughters of a bi-sexual nature. Her days began early, chores, learning, discipline and a healthy pure childhood blossomed into her teens. And as any young female, no matter what way of life raised. Siblings fussing, exploring. Pushing our limits in rebellious untamed nature developed. Learning, of such servitude was to have one day collar this one by another. Spiteful, thinking is for one to decide. That no other had such rights.
Times, even with years of training to become and accept her own purpose, her own submission. She was hot headed. Stubborn in resisting her nature. Causing her Papa to see to break unbridled spirit of a female heat to be a slave. Much and many tears, cries screamed out. Mixed feelings of hatred and confusion. Pain and pleasure, vows of resistance crumbling at the age of 16. Meeting for the first time, the One that later sought out to own this one. Papa took Him in. sharing the life He lived, teaching Him.. His thoughts and beliefs. Trained to become worthy of even the thought to seek to collar one of His slave daughters. Again resenting that her rights to choose her own life, taken and in forced to accept what was already chosen.
Becoming, more stubborn, bull headed. Daring,in fighting her role in life. This one endured, so much stinging sweat painful lessens. Caged as an animal. Punished, discipline to brake rebellious behavior. To learn that a creature such as a female . Is born for the soul purpose of usage of the male race. Through submission such creature of a female is set free. The strong will of a female had to be broken and tamed. So her nature can remain pure even once taken. Remembering the day first feeling Him, the one that soon was to take this one’s innocents , and collar her to His liking. Papa, seen fit to allow Him rights in breaking what was left of one’s defiance of becoming slave in complete slavery kneeling at her Owner’s feet.
Once spitting, in His face. Biting His hand in teaching. Causing, such beating and harsh usage upon herself. Caving into her own true nature. Realizing, what she fought so hard against. Was what took to free her soul. Such memory of forced penetration, raping her heat. To bound the spirit of her heart, mind and soul. Tossing her down to her Papa’s feet. Firm grab of a handful of hair, hearing His stern voice. My lil puss, drink of Me. Tears caressing one’s cheeks. Soft gentle smile,....baw baw, yes Papa. Mouth opening, giving freely, taking His warmth. Gagging, Him force fucking her slut of a mouth.
Feeling stings from His cane, take what I have given. Accept that you are My “puss”, to do as I see fit. Pulling her head back. Pulling His fathering cock from one’s mouth. Shoving her face to the furs. Pulling her hair. Legs kicked wide apart. While the One that was soon to own, grabs girl by a handful of her hair... Being pulled back and forth. Mouth filled with her Master to be’s cock. As crying out feeling Papa take her ass, hearing Him. Now you are female, you are slave. Purpose is for usage of men. Pounding, thrusting her ass. Cock deep gagging her mouth. As she felt the coolness of a steel collar being placed and locked around her neck. Looking up, seeing a leash being handed and received. Hearing now you are His. Feeling Papa’s seed of His loins fill her ass, while swallowing, gagging on her new Master’s cock deep throat fucking her mouth as His warmth of His cum filled her belly. In a firm, stern fearful Voice, she hears
                 Now you are My slave!