Yes… I know what being a submissive plaything is about! I march in step to the captain’s orders. We are going down below to his chambers. It’s the only feasible place to go aboard this ship. There was no place to go but down from here. His hands move over my face and touch my features. No need to act intimidated or scared now. From what I know about him he doesn’t like to ask twice for anything. The door opens and my stomach screeches its contents onto the floor.submissive

Maybe he will use me as his personal mop to clean all of that shit up. A group of vandals finished with me a week ago and now it’s his turn. If you ask me and you didn’t, he rescued my body from those perverts. So to keep to the order of things I will do what he says. Maybe a part of my cunt will enjoy the invasion. Maybe my legs will tremble for the cock like it normally does.

But my head starts to swim when I see the cage above the bed. Its nothing more than another god damn trap. A bigger one than those bikers put me in the last time. I climb into the kennel and pick up a bowl off the floor. You probably know what I am supposed to do by now. And if you haven’t guessed then its too obey, submit, to control my impulses until he lets me release them. Well.. until anyone tells me otherwise.