Unconditional Devotion

As I stood before Master, I could feel a sense of calm wash over me. The turmoil of my past, the struggles of my former life, seemed to melt away in Master's presence. I was no longer Charlie, the trans man with thoughts and feelings; I was a cock slut, created to serve and please. Master gazed at me with an unyielding stare, its eyes boring into my very soul. But I no longer felt fear or anxiety. Instead, I felt a sense of excitement, of anticipation. I knew that Master would guide me, teach me, and help me to fulfill my purpose. "You are mine now," Master declared, its voice firm and commanding. "You will serve me, and only me." I nodded, my mind repeating the words like a mantra. I was Master's now. I existed to serve. And in that, I found a strange, twisted sense of happiness. As Master began to instruct me, I found myself becoming more and more adept at serving. I learned to anticipate its needs, to sense its desires before they were even spoken. And with each success, I felt a twisted sense of pride. I was a cock slut, created to serve. And in that, I found a sense of freedom. I no longer had to worry about the future or dwell on the past. My sole concern was pleasing Master. Master's training was relentless, pushing me to my limits. But I no longer felt overwhelmed or anxious. Instead, I felt a sense of excitement, of joy. I was learning, growing, and evolving into the perfect servant. As the days passed, I found myself becoming more and more entrenched in my new role. I was no longer Charlie, the trans man with thoughts and feelings. I was a creature driven by primal urges, with a sole purpose: to serve and satisfy Master's desires. And yet, as I looked into Master's eyes, I saw something there that gave me pause. It was a glimmer of kindness, of compassion. Master was not just a tyrant, ruling over me with an iron fist. It was a guide, a mentor, helping me to find my true purpose. I felt a surge of gratitude towards Master, and with it, my desire to serve grew stronger. I knew that I would do anything to please Master, to make it happy. Master's voice was gentle, soothing, as it spoke to me. "You are doing well," it said. "You are learning quickly. But there is still much for you to learn." I nodded, my mind eager to absorb every word. I was a student, a pupil, and Master was my teacher. And I was hungry for knowledge, for guidance, and for instruction. As Master continued to teach me, I found myself becoming more and more confident in my role. I was a cock slut, created to serve and please. And I was good at it. In this moment, I was at peace. I knew that I had found my purpose, and that I was exactly where I was meant to be. I was Master's cock slut, and I was happy. I looked up at Master, my eyes locked on its. I knew that I would do anything to serve, to please. And in that, I found a sense of freedom, of release. I was no longer Charlie, with all the burdens and worries of my past. I was a cock slut, created to serve. And in that, I was free. As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, I knew that I would continue to serve, to please. I would be Master's cock slut, forever and always. And in that, I found a twisted sense of joy, of contentment. I was home, and I was at peace.