She was practicing law successfully at a big firm. Her cases were high profile and she was known to win them. She had a beautiful house, a fast car, a handsome boyfriend. But then she met him. When he was done with her, she had no money, no house, no self respect left. He made her his personal fucktoy, a slave to his every desire.
As she woke up this morning in a dimly lit room on an old, broken bed, she tried to figure out at which point she had acutally stopped submitting to him voluntarily and had become his property instead. When did her infatuation turn into desperation?
It all started with a picture. When his case file was sent over to her, there were the usual documents, testimonies and so forth. As she went through them, she suddenly paused. There was a picture of a naked man, lean, well built, in his 30s. Two blues eyes and a smiles drew her in. Then there was his thick shaft, half erect. It looked inviting.