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| Update: I am not a good girl anymore.
I am a captive.
A man has taken me. I've learned that there is something that changes in a woman when a man takes her.
I used to love shopping (when I could!) and tv and coffee. Now those things aren't important.
A man owns me and my only hobby is obedience. I worship him. He is my provider. He is my owner. I have no more will.
I am allowed to talk to anyone. He reads my mail sometimes.
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