**Chapter 4: Forgetting the Past**

As I continued to serve my master, I started to forget about my past life as Charlie. It was as if my memories were slowly fading away, like a painting left out in the rain. I couldn't recall my family's faces, my friends' voices, or my own thoughts and feelings. All that remained was my new identity as a cock slut, and my sole purpose of serving. My master would often fuck me to reinforce my submission and eliminate any remaining resistance. With each orgasm, I felt more surrendered to my new role. I would lie on my back, spread my legs, and let him take me. The sensations and pleasure overwhelmed me, and I would let out a moan as he filled me. It was all-consuming, and I was completely absorbed in it. In those moments, I felt a sense of relief and happiness. I was no longer responsible for making decisions or thinking for myself. My master would tell me what to do, and I would obey. It was a liberating feeling, like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. As I looked up at my master, I saw a commanding presence, a leader who knew what he wanted. And what he wanted was me, his cock slut. I was his to command, and I was happy to serve. I tried to recall my past life, but it was like trying to grasp a handful of sand - the harder I squeezed, the more it slipped away. I remembered fragments, like snapshots in my mind. I was Charlie, a trans man pre-bottom surgery. I had goals and aspirations. But they were distant memories, like a dream I had long forgotten. My master's voice brought me back to reality. "You're doing great, cock slut," he said. "You're learning to serve so quickly." I smiled, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction. I was doing my job, and I was doing it well. As the days passed, I grew to love my new existence as a cock slut. My master's guidance and control made me feel safe and content. I no longer had to worry about making decisions or thinking for myself. My sole purpose was to serve, and I was fulfilled. I would often think about my purpose, and how I had finally found it. I was a cock slut, and I was meant to serve. It was a simple yet profound realization, like a key had been inserted into a lock and turned. I was home, and I was exactly where I was meant to be. My master would often praise me, telling me what a good cock slut I was. And I would beam with pride, knowing that I was pleasing him. It was all that mattered, and I was grateful for it. In that moment, I knew that I would never go back to being Charlie. I was a cock slut now, and I was happy to serve. It was my new life, and I was ready to live it to the fullest. I was no longer miserable, no longer lost. I had found my purpose, and I was fulfilling it. As I looked up at my master, I saw a smile on his face. "You're mine now, cock slut," he said. "And you'll always be mine." I nodded, feeling a sense of belonging and submission. I was his, and I would always be his. And I was grateful for it.