The final lesson was the handover. Daddy had found a buyer who wanted a permanent toy. I was chained to the bed, legs locked wide in stirrups, my pussy pulsing and raw from a week of constant use.
“She’s fully broken,” Daddy told the buyer, slapping my thigh. “She knows her only purpose is to take cock and say thank you.”
The buyer stepped forward, grabbing my chin. “Does she know how to beg?”
“Watch,” Daddy commanded. He leaned over me, his cock sliding into my mouth one last time. “Tell him what you are, Demi.”
“I’m… I’m a filthy slut,” I whimpered, my voice broken. “Please… use me.”
Daddy pulled out and stepped back, accepting a thick envelope of cash. He didn’t look back as he walked out the door. “Have fun with the whore,” he called out. As the door clicked shut, the buyer unzipped his pants, and I opened my legs wide, waiting to be filled and ruined by my new owner.
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