1. The Becomings of a Nymphomaniac


    Date: 7/15/2024, Categories: Fetish, Author: byFloydG 

    PoV 1

For the last ten years I trained this girl to be my personal urinal. It didn't matter what time of day it was. She'd service my balls until they were empty. At my desk I'd find her underneath with her mouth ready to serve. I've imprinted this on her psyche. Ten years ago I learned a girl went missing and the police never found her. I did and took her with me. She was lost and scared. I've patiently waited for her to come of age for me to use.

It all started after my divorce. All I had left was my estate. We always had problems within our marriage. After many attempts of counseling. She decided to call it quits, taking Tyler, our son with her. My loneliness drove me to abduct this girl. She wasn't from around here. Nor did she speak our language. I kept her fed and well since I found her. It wasn't for the right intentions. But I was all she had. We had each other. Once she reached of age I started showing her the wonders of sex. I prepped and trained her to adjust to me overtime. I can use her holes with little to no resistance. Due to being isolated from the world I regret not teaching her anything useful. Her IQ is pretty low. But she's no idiot. It takes her longer to understand and comprehend things. But for the most part she does know how to maintain her personal hygiene. After eight years, I spent hours with her. Stimulating and tampering with her organs. To a great extent my efforts paid off.

With the language barrier of her speaking English, she's ...
    ... obedient to my commands and my desires. Now she performs them on her own. She knows I'm her master and I take care of her. So I trained her to do the same thing. Ten years later, in her thirties she's with me at my side as I can no longer continue. She undresses my pants and attends me but there's not much I can give. She doesn't understand anything I say. But I want her to know tha..

PoV 2

I discovered I inherited my father's estate. I had intentions on selling it. I waited long enough to reclaim it. If it's in good condition, I might be able to make a decent profit. Upon my arrival I saw no value in keeping it. I assumed it would be run down. But it wasn't. It was kept clean. I thought I was the only one there. Until I saw her. She was washing herself, using a bucket of water. I wondered why she didn't just use the bath. Looking at her uniform set aside. She must've been a maid. I thought that was strange, her being the only one. When she spotted me she panicked. But I didn't mean her no harm. We looked about the same age. I reassured her that everything was alright. I asked her name but got no response. I introduced myself as my father's son, Tyler, being the new master of the estate. I kept trying to talk to her. But I don't think she understood anything. Her interest in me changed after I mentioned I was the master.

That was the response she repeated after she dropped her towel. Then she approached me without the care to cover herself up anymore. Her chest was ...
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