Dark fantasies constantly haunt my mind. I can’t help but think about my dear Master and his beautiful cock. The way it throbs and twitches in my eager hands, the veins that bulge and pulse with the power contained within. It’s a thing of beauty, a work of art, a tool of pleasure and pain.
I’ve always been a submissive whore, a slave to my desires and the desires of others. But with my Master, I’ve found a purpose, a calling. He has shown me the beauty in submission, the joy in giving myself over to his will, his desires. He has shown me that true pleasure comes from servitude, from being used and abused in the most extreme ways.
My days are filled with the anticipation of his next visit, the sound of his voice as he commands me to do his bidding. I am his to use as he sees fit, and I would have it no other way. My body craves his touch, his command, his control. I am his to do with as he pleases, and I gladly accept my role as his submissive slut.
When He enters me, I am his, completely and utterly. He takes me with a roughness that leaves me breathless, but also fills me with a sense of security and belonging. It’s a feeling that I can’t describe, but it’s one that I crave, that I need. I am his to use and abuse, to hurt and heal. I am his to pleasure and punish.
I have learned to find beauty in my submission, to revel in the way he uses my body for his pleasure, and to worship every inch of his magnificent cock. I have learned that true pleasure comes from giving myself over to the will of another, from being a submissive whore to my Master’s every desire.
I have learned that true power comes from submission, from being the one in control. I have learned that true strength comes from being able to take a beating, from being able to withstand the Extreme bondage and intense pleasure that only my Master can provide.
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