i love that my hands still have your scent on them.

We were together nearly twenty hours. Heaven. I love that when we are together i can go to a place reserved only for you. I go there only when i am with you. Your place. You own it. You own me. You have me so totally in your grasp the whole time we’re together. My mind thinks only of you and your power. Your power can lift me so high even as it lowers me so low. It’s quite a paradox. I love to go low. I love to be broken for you. My total surrender belongs only to you. No one has ever reached so deep inside of me as you have. Reached deep down and twisted, clenched, squeezed, wrung out and hung out bare for only you to see. It’s like you turn me completely inside out and leave me there exposed. I cry when that happens. I cry and i am speechless. You say, “tell me what you are thinking; tell me what you are feeling right this minute”, and i am feeling so many things but cannot voice them. I am feeling taken, used, spent, and yes, broken; I am feeling the utter joy of your ownership of me; of the most raw parts of me; the parts i didn’t even know about. The cut open fleshy raw bits that make my tears yours to cherish. Because they came by your hand, your eyes, your words. They came by you to my soul and wrung out my emotions until i am completely flaccid. I cannot feel another thing but your Ownership. I am devoid of me. I am all about, all for, all just plain You and Yours.

Being tied the way you did, sort of like hog tied was hard. I couldn’t breathe too well, and when i would bring up my legs to ease the pull on the collar to allow more air, my leg was cramping up like a charlie horse, only in the back of my thigh. That was hard. The crop hurts if you swing it hard enough. And it really really hurts on my breasts, especially my nipples. Your nipples. You like making them hurt. And so i would try to roll, because that’s all i could do. My wrists were cuffed and linked to my collar behind my head, my ankles were cuffed together, bent at the knees backwards and chained up to the back of my neck. Being on my stomach, you cropping my ass was sexy, though you aimed for the sensitive part of my inner cheeks and started swinging harder and harder. Then you would step away, and i couldn’t see you because my hair was hanging down and stuck to my sweaty face. I was sweating all over and that made the crop sting all the more because my skin was so damp. So you would walk away and i was lying on my stomach, legs uncomfortably bent and unbending them only made it hard to breathe so i tried not to move. I was scared a little. You came back and cropped my ass anew, harder and harder. It was really beginning to hurt and then you stopped again and made me roll over onto my back. I think my legs were bent out to the side, ankles still chained to the back of my neck, that chain pulled unbelievably tightly up into the crack of my ass. I could breath even less lying this way, but you wanted access to the front of me. You made my elbows open to rest on the bed, better exposing my nipples for that crop in your hand. I knew it was coming though, and tried blocking by closing my elbows back together and rolling back onto my stomach. You cropped the hell out of my ass until i moved back onto my back for you and the mean crop. Whack! down onto my left tit and a pathetic yowl escapes my dry mouth. It’s the only dry part of me. I have no saliva. I am quaking with fear and arrousal. Whack! down onto the right tit and another loud howl and whimper as i blockade my chest with my elbows. Tap-tap-tap comes the crop urging them apart for you. I comply only to be rewarded with another stinger on my left tit. The hardest one yet, and i buck and choke myself trying to roll away again.

On and on the game goes until you tire of it and whisk me off the bed and awkwardly i land on my knees face to face with your cock. I open my mouth automatically and you begin fucking my mouth, pulling my hair to guide me in and out. You release me for a moment, but i cannot achieve a rhythm without my hands or feet free and so you go back to forcing my head back and forth, ramming your cock deep into the back of my throat, and i am taking it well with little choking because i am outside of my body now. I am just a fuckhole; I am my mouth and there for one purpose: To be used. And i feel used. I feel objectified. I know what you are doing and i am getting soaked between my sweaty thighs as you fuck my mouth and throat in earnest. You are making unearthly gutteral moaning noises, and they are getting louder and louder and i can feel your cock begin to pump and throb deeply as you near your climax. This is the part i love the most. I love being there for you for this moment. This is pure joy for me in my objectified state. And you cum. You cum so hard you are growling loudly now and spurting into my mouth and onto my face. Adorning me in ejaculate. Painting a very slavish picture for yourself. For your enjoyment. For your amusement. For You. I am cramping, my legs, and my throat feel cut from the collar digging in tight, as well as my left ankle cuff; it seems to be cutting my ankle in half. And i am breathing hard in choked gaspy half breaths, because that’s all i can manage as the weight of my ankles pulls my collar back cutting off my air. I’m light-headed, dripping in hot sticky cum, my tongue darts out from my greedy lips lapping at what it can reach, cleaning my face like a cat lapping milk from its mouth. My eyes are closed and as i am tasting you, you push me over, clearly done with me. My body meets the floor and i am frozen on my side, now-cooling cum beginning to trickle down my face and into my left ear. I squeeze up my legs to ease the collar tension and catch my breath. I can hear you groaning still, and breathing hard. I think about my purpose. I know i have been used and cast aside, if only for the moment, and i feel good about that. It’s the lowest i have ever been in my life. Cool, wet, cum-mixed-with-hair sticking to my face, still hog-tied, ass throbbing and sore, thighs definitely cramping, screaming for release, thoroughly high and floating off in some distant slave place for useful sluts like myself.

Off in the distance i hear something. It’s a clicking sort of sound. I try to focus, but have difficulty hearing it and i redouble my efforts; what is that noise? It’s you. You are snapping your fingers. I try to go to the source of the sound because it’s you. My Owner wants me. I move with great difficulty: roll to my back and scootch over like an upside-down inchworm, inching my bound, wet body across the scratchy hotel carpet over towards You Master. Eventually i am directly beneath you. You are lying on your back on the bed and i realize if i roll to my side i can use my elbows to right myself. Successfully upright and kneeling, seated on my heels i lay my head on the bed beside you. You begin stroking my toussled hair and wet face. I’m in heaven. It’s quiet. You murmur that i’m a good girl. A good slave. An exceptional slave. And soon you loosen my collar and i can breathe. I don’t know what to say. I am helplessly gone. I don’t know where it is that i go, but i love being there. I love not having words. I love being so utterly taken like that. All is right with the world. My Owner is pleased and i had something to do with that. I still hurt from the bonds but really can’t speak and don’t mind the pain.

This is perfection to me. If i could but savor this whole vignette and call upon it at will, oh what heaven that would be. But i do savor it in my mind and can relive it again and again and again. And i would do it again in a heartbeat. Over and over and over and still over. I would do it for You Master. You deserve all of me. You have all of me. You Own All of me. You have made me Your very own special property for Your purpose. You adore using me as much as i adore being used for You. You adore me. And i adore You. You are proud to own me and i am indeed lucky and very proud to be Yours. If i can be lowered like this, i wonder what new depths could possibly do to me. to my soul. It is all good. It is only for You Master. And it doesn’t happen without You.