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I shuddered and my eyelids shut for the quickest of moments as I quivered in anticipation of what he would do to me. I’d never felt so free, yet my freedom was tied to his pleasure. For one year, I would exist solely for him. I would surrender myself to his power and worship his cock as if it were my lifeline to heaven. “One year,” I said solemnly, wondering how I would be changed at the end yet fearing I would want to stay. The flutter of panic caused me to push the thought away. I would cross that bridge when it was time. For now…I would belong here…with him. Peace followed the decision. I gazed upon him and asked, “What shall I call you? Mr. Villanti seems so formal…”

His answer caused the breath to catch in my throat and my toes to curl as he said with a devilish smile that I would remember for the rest of my days as the moment I realized at my core who I truly was and where I belonged.

“Master, my sweet pet. You shall call me, Master.”

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