As I mentioned before, after the punishment, I became Dion’s girlfriend.  I was his property and nobody could touch me except him and my customers.  I didn’t want to be his girlfriend, or property, I still wanted to be Madison’s.  The only good thing was that by being his girlfriend I finally got to sleep on a real bed.  Not that the bed was comfortable but it was much better that the blanket pallet I always slept on.

In the beginning of the relationship I had to sleep with him every night whether I wanted to or not.  If I refused, he would just force himself on me.  As much as I fought against him, it never fazed him; he would just keep pounding his dick into me.  After about a week of fighting I knew that I never had a chance to win, so why fight it.  So I would just lie back on the bed and let him do is job without getting hurt in the progress.  

Not too long after my complete submission, Dion became a ‘nice’ boyfriend and gave me a shot of smack every time we had sex.  He hoped it would loosen me up and make me enjoy it more.  The bad part was that he was right but only because the drugs tricked me into thinking I was fucking someone I actually wanted to be with.  That was the only way I could cum and enjoy myself while escaping at the same time.  He just thought he could work it and that the smack enhanced it. 

Dion also gave me what he thought was every girl’s dream.  It wasn’t sweet or anything like that, to contrast it hurt like hell!!  Because I was his sweet, loving girlfriend he wanted to make sure that everyone knew it.  He wanted to make sure nobody would every touch me again without knowing who I belonged to.  So he branded me like a farmer would brand his cattle.  The brand design was a lock with an encircled capital D.  It stands for Property of Dion and was burned into my skin right above my groin area.  Yeah, what a guy, right?

I was a living ghost, I lost 22 pounds and you could practically see all of my bones sticking out from my skin.  I had huge rings under my eyes and you could definitely see that I used drugs to put it nicely.  I wasn’t the nice and innocent girl everyone knew back Ohio and Cali.  But I didn’t mind, the only thing I wanted was to die, but I didn’t have the strength or will to kill myself.  I didn’t eat or sleep much, and sex had the same meaning to me as brushing my teeth every day.  It was something I had to do, a chore.  Every single day my routine consisted of just getting high and fucking.