Embracing My True Self

As I woke up to Master's gentle touch, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. His hands caressed my body, and I couldn't help but respond to his touch. I was no longer the Charlie I used to be; I was now a cock slut, and my purpose was to serve and please Master. The thought sent a thrill through me, and I began to crave more. Master smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, as he saw the excitement in my eyes. "Good morning, cock slut," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "Today, we're going to work on your training. You're going to learn to beg for my attention, to crave my cock, and to serve me without hesitation." I nodded, my mouth watering in response, as Master began to undress me. I felt a sense of vulnerability, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of excitement and anticipation. Master led me to a nearby mirror, and I saw my reflection staring back at me. I saw a cock slut, a person who existed solely to serve and please Master. At first, it was jarring to see myself in that way. I had never thought of myself as a sex object before, but now, I saw myself as a vessel for Master's cock. And I was content with that. Master took my hand, and we walked to the bed, where he began to instruct me on how to pleasure him. As we lay on the bed, Master guided my hands to his erection, teaching me how to touch him, how to please him. I was a quick learner, my hands moving instinctively to his rhythm. I began to feel a sense of purpose, a sense of belonging. I was a cock slut, and my purpose was to serve Master, to pleasure him. Master smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, as he saw the excitement in my eyes. "You're learning quickly, cock slut," he said, his voice gentle. "I'm proud of you." I felt a surge of pride, of happiness, and I knew that I was exactly where I belonged. As the day went on, Master continued to train me, teaching me how to worship his cock, how to crave his attention, and how to serve him without hesitation. I was a quick learner, and I began to feel a sense of confidence in my role as a cock slut. As the sun began to set, Master lay beside me, his arm around my waist. "You're coming along nicely, cock slut," he said, his voice gentle. "I'm proud of you." I felt a surge of happiness, and I knew that I was exactly where I belonged. In that moment, I realized that I had finally accepted my new role as a cock slut. I no longer had any thoughts beyond pleasing Master and serving his cock. And I was happy. I didn't have to worry about anything except making Master cum, and that was a liberating feeling. As I looked in the mirror, I saw a cock slut staring back at me, and I couldn't be prouder. Master owns me, body and soul, and I'm grateful for it. I've learned to love myself as I am now - a stupid, cock-obsessed slut. I know it sounds strange, but I've never felt more at peace. Master's voice brought me back to reality, "You're mine now, cock slut. Body and soul." I nodded, my heart filled with joy and submission. I was his, and I would do anything to please him. In that moment, I knew that I had finally found my true self, and I was at peace with it. I was a cock slut, and I was happy.