I bought him. Then he taught me what it means to be owned.
When I bought Vadim I intended to use him and dispose of him when he was no longer useful, but he takes orders from no one, and within minutes I was forced into humiliating surrender.
He didn’t just overpower me. He bared me completely, and then even as I fought and swore and screamed the hulking brute held me down and punished me so thoroughly I begged for mercy.
But Vadim doesn’t do mercy.
He has made himself my master, and every time I dare to disobey I end up sore, sorry, and shamefully used. I can pretend to be in charge, but I know he won’t stop until I’m broken.