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When my estranged stepdad offered me a place to stay during college, I thought he was just being generous. Maybe just wanting to makeup for all that time he missed during my life. A free place to stay as long as I respected my stepdad's rules. A whole house to myself just across the street from his place... it all seemed too good to be true. And it was. Slowly my stepdad starting making his way into my life in a very.. intimate way. Dress codes. Physical service. Availability requirements that made my stomach drop. But, he was my stepdad and I convinced myself he was doing me a favor. So I complied to his demands. What started out as hesitance slowly twisted into something much more taboo. Every demand he made stripped away a part of the person I thought I was. Every "house rule" pushed me further past my limits... The man I hadn't seen in years became someone who owned my time, my body, and my submission. And the most fucked up part of it all... I enjoyed it. I stopped being reluctant, stopped pretending I had a moral compass. I began craving the attention I had missed out on growing up. Now I want a life with him. I'm his free use live in maid, and I've never felt more at home.