I wake up with no memory of who I am. The potter claims to be my husband.
He touches me. I do not resist.
He squeezes me. I do not resist.
His fingers enter me. I do not resist.
He demands I suckle him. I do not resist.
I swallow his essence.
I don't know who I am.
But I know he is not my husband.
WARNING: This story includes solo F, solo M, D/s, M/f and F/m. Also, in this short story, the victim is subservient to her master, unable to defy his commands. Such scenes may disturb sensitive readers. CWs are on the author's website.