When I came to, I was already tied up to the table. I was groggy at first but I started to feel something pistoning inside me and pulling my hair. Wait, why is my hair so long? Oh my god I’m being fucked! A loud high pitched moan confirmed my suspicions. I was a girl. Well more accurately I was his little fuck doll. He would keep me at that table for days and by the time he untied me, I knew that I belonged to him.
