המתת השור

He likes me .....caresses....that is why he starts with humiliation...
"present me your ass"
"put your cheeck and your breast on the floor" forcing me to widen my buttock presentation, uncovering my anus
"spread your buttock"
I obey ...why ? it is not painful ...yet...he watches me very close; looking in my ass as if I became something of an animal to be exposed...slowly but surely, i am leaving my status of elegant woman and turning me into an almost anonymous mass of flesh, now not only defenceless but unprotected in my most inner body parts.
He has understood the transition. so he hits me with a cane. the hurting has started. i have started to fear the unexpected, wondering how far he will go as he is giving me more difficult and difficult missions in an increasing uncomfortable restrains...
For the first time ever, i am penetrated by a but plug, a huge one...
"it will hurt a little, you know ?!"...and it deos. I moan with pain and fear...now my increasingly present companions. His caresses have become rarities..he is turning me into a beast of pain and suffering now...step after step, adding to the pressure.Pressure in my ass as the butplug seems humongous, pressure of his fingers fondling within my vagina. he turns me on the back. i think relief ? no...I am to stay with legs wide apart, feet not touching the side of the bed; my flesh mass is starting to weigh on me
"you see, a slave is too stay with legs apart for a long long time...you have to get fitter for your Master...other wise, you are of no use bitch !"
an insult fuses here and there. He has called me Baby too...strangely, I am starting a trip back into time
when I am on my back, legs trembling uncotrollably, closing my eyes, getting there, into stress, into space; into another realm. He pleasures me, pushes in the but plug, discovers my clitoris....massaging it solftely, pushing again the plug within with the feet and speaking to me
" mmm...you are wet now" completing his words with an intruding movement within me...pleasure and pain are entetwined now, sticking to fear
"if my whip is falling from your legs, i will punish you"...says he uncompromissely
I believe him now, every word uttered by his mouth is a potential promise of pain or bliss...
he caresses my lips, every single part of my sexual apparatus...nothing escapes his attention.
A intermission is always followed by another instrument of challenge introduced to me. He disappears for a moment, giving the order not to move and comes back with something hidden within his hand...me wondering what...
"look at my eyes": "look at me "...i am glassless but i gaze intensily within his eyes... I don't want to give up...I have still the strength of organizing my resistance.

so the mouth restraint is introduced within my mouth. my first time. I have dreamed for this moment, fantasized about it...but now, this instrument is a forcing element, raping my jaw open. I have a petite face. I know it...it is installed behind my teeth. I can barely utter a sound. Now, the capacity of verbal expression is taken away from me.

He takes a rope in a noose and ties it around my waist, tightly. i am loosing my breath for a moment. fear. how far ? why ? do i need that ? i came to look for pleasure, relief, forgetfulness. I am encountering a executer hand, a restrainer, a Master. He is not my lover, he is my user and I am used now. no doubt.

I am not naked anymore... i am closed with a tight rope surrounding my waist and closely set on my vagina and bottom, a outfit of restraint with a tail at the end for Him to take me to his whims...to his orders...
why do i obey? why do i go on with this torture ? I don't know really... but what i know is that i have no more strength to tell him no, and no more strength to offer resistance. I am so weak that i fall into what he will call "rapture" . .