by Mia Sumner
Did you realize when you got the first one, how many would follow? Just how low you would sink?
You can’t escape them now. Any time you look at yourself you see the marks of your fall. Each one a reminder of what you have done and what you will do. A catalog of depravity, shame, and corruption. This is what you are now. Each one a permanent recognition of the true you.
Collared Bitch. Pussy Girl. Chick Sucker. Cum Dump. All of it advertised on your body. You can hide it with clothes, for now, but as soon as someone sees you naked they know what they can do with or to you.
Your body and mind have been trained to serve and please, a state as irreversible as the marks. There is no going back. You can’t reverse, you can’t even stop. The only real question is what the next mark will say what new humiliation you will eagerly submit to?
And the thought makes your pussy gush.
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