And it was.
Slowly my stepdad starting making his way into my life in a very.. intimate way. Dress codes. Physical service. Availability requirements that made my stomach drop. But, he was my stepdad and I convinced myself he was doing me a favor. So I complied to his demands.
What started out as hesitance slowly twisted into something much more taboo. Every demand he made stripped away a part of the person I thought I was. Every "house rule" pushed me further past my limits... The man I hadn't seen in years became someone who owned my time, my body, and my submission.
And the most fucked up part of it all... I enjoyed it. I stopped being reluctant, stopped pretending I had a moral compass. I began craving the attention I had missed out on growing up.
Now I want a life with him. I'm his free use live in maid, and I've never felt more at home.
