I’m all yours sir

Mufasa is all mine now.

Fully broken. Fully claimed.

Body, mind, and soul—every piece of him belongs to me.

And this slutty little Muslim couldn’t be happier.

When he first messaged me, I didn’t think he’d last.

Too much shame. Too many beliefs. Too many reasons to run. I figured he’d jerk off once, feel guilty, and disappear.

But I was wrong. He stayed. He served. And now? He’s deep in it—and loving every filthy second of being my bitch. There’s no hesitation anymore.

No guilt. No fear. No resistance. He wants to be degraded. He needs to be used. He lives to be Daddy’s obedient, humiliated, cum-hungry fucktoy.

This isn’t a phase for him. This is who he is now. And I’m the one who brought it out of him. Mufasa is mine. Forever.