Free Use Babysitter

I couldn't have predicted the intense attraction I'd develop for Mr. Knox during my summer babysitting gig.

One fateful evening, when he stumbled upon me touching myself on the couch to a youthful photo of himself, I braced for anger or disgust.

Instead, he surprised me by expressing interest in joining me, under one total, unconditional submission as his free use slave.

The prospect both terrified and excited me. Could my delicate frame withstand the rough treatment of this powerful, older man?

As he loomed over me, his dominant aura palpable, I wondered if his brand of dominance would shatter me into irreparable fragments.

Yet, a perverse part of me craved the thrill of surrender, eager to explore the dark depths of his twisted desires.