Chapter 1: Present Moment

Attempting to grasp my breath, readers, as for the past several minutes of feeling Pearl’s face thrusted into my clit, of her head pounded into the thighs. I know what you’re thinking if you had the bird’s-eye view of our bedroom right now. Let me describe the scene for you. You would be looking at a very pregnant woman with a naked, collared woman’s head between her thighs. My husband fucking her hard from behind like he is trying to prove something, and you would be wondering what kind of life led to this. You’re wondering who we are, who that collared woman is.

Her name is Pearl, and she is a woman who can kneel like this and then call it all freedom.

Let me tell you.

My name is Tonya Reynolds. forty-three years old, six months pregnant with my third child, and my husband Keith Reynolds and I both own a sex doll, Pearl. Not in the way people own things, not like a car or a house or a piece of jewelry. I own her the way one person can own another. Completely. Totally. Forever. Legally.

As described, Keith is relentlessly fucking her from behind right now, and the sight of it sends a thrill through my entire body. His hands are gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh so hard they’re leaving marks. His breath comes in ragged gasps against her ear, his thrusts driving deep and relentless. Pearl is on her hands and knees between my spread thighs, her perfect ass raised high for his use, her nose and mouth buried in my cunt folds, and I am loving every second of it.

Her moans are muffled against my flesh, her tongue working my clit and vaginal walls with the practiced devotion of a woman who has spent a decade learning exactly how to please me. The morning light streams through the curtains, catching the gleam of her permanent ownership collar. The smell of the rain pounding on the windows drifts through the windows. Outside, the world is waking up. Inside, we’re already exactly where we want to be.