Our Eventual Fate

We haven't worn anything that would pass for clothing in more than three months. We spend our days sucking and fucking as we're told --Mistress Linda was very insistent that we grow accustomed to pleasuring as instructed. I'm thankful that she's so meticulous and methodical. As we are considered prime merchandise, we've been treated well. I'm not too ashamed to say that we are broken. It was the pregnancy that did it for both of us. The fathers were carefully selected and now we're being trained to serve in our respective owners homes. There's truly no escape from our new life --and secretly... I don't want to go back....