Where I Belong
It may sound a bit unconventional, but it took me nearly twenty-three years to find my family. Some people were born into their families… I was discovered by mine.
When they found me that night in the club, I was lost. I didn’t have a purpose or a care in the world. I was spiraling. They took me, and my life changed forever. I was an easy target, vulnerable. I didn’t think twice when the leggy blonde offered me a drink. Dazed, drugged… I was taken to their church, their place of worship.
At first I was afraid. I was barely conscious and didn’t have any control. They forced me down, locked the headphones and visor into place. They taught me lessons of submission, arousal, and denial. They taught me to worship the Goddesses of The Edge. As the vibrators pressed against me, I knew that I would never cum again.
Moments before my consciousness slipped away, I realized I’d found something I’d never had before. I had finally found my place in the world. I belong to the Edge. My new family.
Oh, and that drink? You’re welcome.