It is rarely easy to recognize the moment you are hooked/addicted to something. In my case it was very vividly recognizable. We were in the shower and he was pressed tightly against me from behind, he was panting in my ear and pressing his frighteningly thick c*** between the cheeks of my a**. One of his arms was around my torso and the other snaking around my hips, and he nearly growled in my ear: “We already proved you are my personal cocksucker, but today we are going to start training your sweet little a** to take this c***, and we are going to teach you to be Daddy’s trained little f*****, aren’t we?”. His arm around my waist dropped so that his hand could cup and crush my testicles painfully, and when I tried to move back away from that grip all it did was push my a** back against his hard c*** between my cheeks. When he squeezed harder and told me to answer him I whimpered and squealed “Yes Daddy please anything.”

But that was not enough for him, not enough to get any mercy. He told me to beg him, and I did it without hesitation, begged him to please train me to be his little f*****. His hand let go, but he turned me around to face him and said a single word: “Kneel.” I was on my knees instantly, his c*** forcing its way into my mouth, and the water in the shower was getting cold when his sperm poured down my throat.

I cannot describe the fear and the rush I felt in those moments, knowing and almost sick to my stomach that he was right and it was true. Two months ago I could not even conceive of being with a man, and now I am sinking further into it. To be called, or to have to say out loud, much less be told to beg to be turned like this, I was completely not ready for. If someone had told me I would be spending my last few weeks like this, doing these things, even worse calling a man Daddy…these things were never imaginable to me.

In the past several hours since that shower moment his tongue and fingers have been in my a** many times and at his instruction I am doing the best I can to post what this turning point in my life is like, the realization that there is no coming back from this. As I write this a large plug is in my a**, and while he has not told me when he will claim me as his little f***** by f****** and breeding my a**, he has made it clear that I will not be getting much sleep tonight because of continuing to train my a** to take his c*** and sperm as his personal little f*****. He is reading as I type this and it will be posted when he approves.

So, that moment of recognition? When I blurted out “Yes Daddy please…” in the shower with his c*** between my cheeks. When I ignored the shower turning cold while waiting for his sperm to pour down my throat. That was when I knew.

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