He’d taken in Sarahe over a year before. Ever since then, she spent her days completely naked, except for her collar and any cuff and shackles he found amusing that day.

She had become little more than a pet, a toy. He played with her as he liked, fucked her rough, and made her sleep on the floor next to his bed, waking her whenever he got hard.

When he had friends over, he’d make sure they all knew she was there to be used, that she was nothing more than a party favor.

He didn’t know her name and she was only allowed to call him Master or Sir.

“It’s the perfect life!” she often thought.