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I looked around the group for a while longer, hoping to find more on Aunt Marie. I even read some of the chats, searching for clues.
That's when I noticed people talking about a separate website. Someone posted a link. I clicked it fast.
The page loaded, but it was restricted. Big red letters: "VIP Members Only."
There was a registration button. I signed up right away, using the new number Shawn gave me. It said approval could take a few days, so I left it and went to bed that night.
Now, back to today—the notification was the invite. I'd been accepted as a VIP.
'I wonder how I got it.'
The Lisa thing flew out of my head for a second. I clicked the link quick, heart racing.
It wasn't another porn group. It was a blog site—clean looking, almost normal.
The username at the top: M Daddy.
No doubt. It's definitely Mike.
I scrolled down. Dozens of posts, some old, some new. Titles like "New Pet Training Log" or "Housewife Update."
I clicked the latest one, dated a week or two ago.
Welcome back, loyal readers.
You know who I am. Captain M. Daddy. The guy who takes proud, untouchable women and turns them into obedient pets. Some of you have been following me since the beginning—watching me break teachers, classmates, even married moms next door. You know I don't chase easy girls. I hunt the ones who think they're above it all. The "ice queens." The "faithful wives." The "perfect mothers."
There's nothing sweeter than watching that cold mask crack... and hearing them beg for more.
I stared at the screen, hands shaking a little.He was bragging like it was nothing. Like ruining lives was just a hobby.
Today's entry is about my newest pet: a mature, voluptuous housewife I'll call "Milf M." Curvy in all the right places, classy on the outside, but starving on the inside. You'll see how fast she fell. But first, let me tell you how it all started.
Milf M? He was hiding the identities but I knew who is he talking about—Aunt Marie.
My throat went tight. This was really happening. He was writing about her like she was just another conquest.
It began with a pathetic loser from school. He dared to crabs into me and drop my drink, can you beleive that. When I told him to give money, he refused. He thought he could stand up to me. I put him on the ground in seconds. Broken hand, crying like a baby. Could've ended him right there, but his girlfriend jumped in and saved his sorry ass.
That was me. He was talking about me. Calling me pathetic.That was me. He was talking about me. Calling me pathetic.
I felt my face burn. The memory of that day hit hard—the pain, the humiliation, Rose dragging me away.
That girlfriend... damn. Long white hair, perfect face, body like a model. The whole school calls her goddess. I didn't know that yet—I was new. All I saw was a prize walking around with trash.
Let's call that girlfriend "Goddess R."
Rose. He wrote about her like she was meat.My fists clenched. I wanted to throw the phone, but I kept reading.
Next day I got suspended for a few days. Typical. Teachers protecting their little favorites. I was pissed. Needed revenge. That loser boyfriend was not coming to school So I went after her.
I Found her outside school one day, alone. Walked up like it was nothing. She looked at me with those cold eyes, well I know I messed his loser boyfriend and she is angry but to look at me like that.
Big mistake.
I tried the nice way first. Told her straight: dump that weak trash and come with me. You'll see what a real man feels like.
She didn't even flinch. Cursed me out, told me to fuck off. Called me trash, said her boyfriend was ten times the man I'd ever be.
I smiled a little despite everything.
'That was my Rose. Strong.'
I laughed. Most girls melt when I talk to them. Not this one. So I reminded her what happened to her boyfriend. How easy I broke him.
Her face changed then. Worry flashed in those pretty eyes. I told her she can't protect him every time. Next time, he might not walk away.
She threatened me back—said if I touched him again, she'd make me regret it.
Cute.
Then I made the offer: I will stay away from him forever... if she becomes my girlfriend.
She froze. Actually thought about it for a second.
My breath caught. She... thought about it?
Unfortunately her mom showed up.
Milf M. White hair, massive tits, ass that doesn't quit. Dressed classy, but the body screamed fuck me.
She stepped in, asking what was going on, who I was.
Perfect timing.
To be continued…
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