I was a bad lad, a woman was nothing more than a cunt to fuck, and I paid the price. I reckoned nine slaps to one fuck, which I accepted, they didn't appear to like the idea that I asked them for a fuck, offering a guaranteed orgasm, in exchange.
I wrote it in the third person because I am no-longer, me.
The woman of my dreams approached me and invited me back to her place, like a fool I went, they snatched me, and as I found out they regressed me, back to being a new born baby, as they educated me, with pain and shame, until I did as told. Then she used me, sold my dick to any women with the money. I fucked my way through the next few years, but she was always on my case. Her cane was never far from my arse, in case I failed. Every woman I fucked had to have her orgasm, as required, by Mistress Patricia, how I felt didn't matter, just her orgasm.
She milked me twice a day, as well, and with a fucking machine, and sold my sperm. I was no-longer human, just an object for her use. She owned me, body and soul.