The Master at the market today told me to kneel and open my mouth. He... tested me. Said my throat was tight and useless, like the rest of me. He didn’t buy me. My tail is still tucked so tight it hurts. My cunt aches from being so scared, but it got wet too. Is that broken? To be so terrified your body betrays you and gets ready? I keep thinking about what he said… about training. About a master who wouldn’t just use my pussy, but would want to own my throat, to fuck it until I cry and choke. It makes my ears burn with shame, but my nipples are leaking onto my shirt just remembering his voice. Maybe a leftover like me should be grateful for any use at all.