Evidence of existence

I am sitting in my office, while thoughts are filling my head with images. 

Images of my new torture devices against your scarred skin. Hearing your screams of pain as I weld your body to my desire. Feeling the sticky precum that dribbles out as your soul surrenders itself to me...

I can even smell your sweat that covers your suffering self

And taste your cum exploading in my mouth as I finally let you orgasm....

How am I supposed to work?

I know exactly how I got here. And yet... , this would never have happened. Not after the last time. High this time he was there with me.

I find myself lying flat against the hood of a car's engine. My dress at my waste, my panties are gone.

Around me are standing in a circle a buch of Italians. Speaking in a language unknown to me, it doesn't matter.

He is there, holding my hand, taking care of me as promised.

I look into his eyes as yet another uncircumcised penis take it's turn to penetrate me. But they will never really have me. He is the one who does. Even as the cum inside me I grunt and scream for his ears. My pussy is dripping wet waiting patiently for him to take a turn. Knowing it was not promised.

When he finally takes his turn I feel so happy and satisfied... He doesn't stay long though. Gives me to a few more before he decides I had enough.

I suck him deep inside my tight throat, drinking greedily every drop out of him. 

Now I'm calm....

I sat on the floor near the enrance, eagerly waiting for him, trying to be patient and remember he is never late, but I was early. Impatient. I need to remembe to be patient and submissive. I see him walking up the stairs, and everything leaves me. All I want is to make him as happy as I am to just be near him. 

We walk in. He gets us drinks, and everything is as it should be. He orders me to undress and wait for him on the floor. I do as he asks. Content to wait for him. Knowing he is going to take care of me tonight.

He ties me up near the entrance so I'll be the welcoming piece of the party. Naked and spread for everyone to see. But I cannot see. My eyes are blindfolded. I feel him taking care of me, with varies tools and I am so happy to receive hia treatment. 

His next plan is so sublime it is as if he reads my very soul and responds to it. He probably does read my soul. I am naled infront of him in body and mind.

He brings pens and tells people to write on me anything they want. I can feel him writing SLUT on me. People take the pens and start writing. Talking between themselves as I feel the hands and pens all over my body. And I'm flying deep inside myself. Filled with euphoria. Not knowing what is being done to my body,and enjoying every moment. Every moment of being a canvas for their words. A thing, not a person, that carries upon it things it cannot control.

He is back, with his trusty electric toothbrush. He starts taking care of me. The orgasms are too strong for me. I beg him to stop. Please. I cannot stand it. He unties me. And leaves me. I was bad. I made demands. Told him how to conduct the session. I try to follow him. Disappointed at myself that I was weak.

He bid me stay and left. I was broken. Waiting by the entrance incase he might come back.

As I see his reflection on the glass as he returns I feel so ecstatic. He came back for me! I will do good this time. I promise!

He lays me on a couch. Takes care of me. My entire body is his plaything to do as he pleases. The toothbrush is back. I am screaming with delight flying and orgasming in alteration and simultaneously. And it gets really intense. I want him to stop. It is too good. But I promised to let him do as he pleases.

I start crying. Realising he wants me to squirt. I dunno how to. I cry how sorry I am. Ashamed at my body for not listening to him entirely. For trying to escape as it twitches and turnes uncontrollably.

I feel his penis filling me. And I thankfulness spreads through my body. I live for his penis. I live for these monents when he graciously indulges me with his penetration. He fills me and fucks me and fornicates me and I am completely his. I joyfully recieve his thrusting and never want it to stop. Euphoria takes over me as I scream Thank You and orgasm again and again. An orgasm of thankfulness. An orgasm of submission. And orgasm of worship to the man attached to the most perfect penis my body has ever known.

And nothing made me happier than the jet of cum that coveres my face as I look into his eyes and feel his please as intensely as my own. 

Again and again I will thank you for the most perfect night in mu life

I am waiting my turn. In my cage. The ones before me are auctioned one by one. Excitement mixed with nerves fills my belly. Who will by me? How many will bid? How high will it get.

It is my turn. I get out of the cage on all fours. Looking around. I present my bum to the gathering audience. The auctioneer demonstrate my skills with a hard spank to my bum. Shows my attributes. And the auction begins. 2 people are left competing for me. 

Excitement fills my body as I see him buying me. I know this will be interesting. 

2 rounds on my bum until its so hot it is can burn a hole in the couch. And after the rear comes my front..

Nipple turture and breast spanking is apparently too boring. He orders me to stand on one leg at a time. As he continues to add bruises to my breasts.

After the session is over, I am left with sweet pains and new decorations on my body.

We have been preparing for this moment for months. At least I've been talking to you about it. 

And now I have decided the time is right. We are connected enough. You have surrendered your body to me. Trusted me with your self. And now it is the ultimate act of connection.

I know you are excited, and nervous. You are right to be so. You are putting your precious manlyhood in my hands. Letting me penetrate your very soul.

And I have decided I trust you to put yourself in my hands completely. So I will be in complete control. Will not work anyother way.

A room full of people.some gathering so see. But there is only you. 

After what seems like a lifetime of preparations, I finally get to start. My confidence soothes you as you let go. 

With a steady hand I penetrate your very soul through the hole in the top of your penis. 

Your body welcomes me, let me in all the way through your urithrea, to the base of the penis. And I am concentrated on you. On your breath your eyes the twitch in your hand as I go deeper. So very deep. And I feel you. There is just you. Melted in my hands. Allowing me to stroll inside you. And I feel whole. 

I never stay wordless but...

after receiving your instructions to not talk or adress you without you specifically telling me to, something withon me shifted. The internal rebel quited and a sudden urge to obey and please you woke up. Rare as it may be it felt oh so natural. I waited patiently, maybr for the first time in my life. You arrived. With all your authority and grandeur. When you put a collar and leash on me I felt so happy, when you led me naked up the stairs on 4 I felt so whole, even drinking water from a bowl on the floor was the most natural thing in the world. 

For the first time someone saw me as the dog that i am. I would gladfully learn every trick you wish to teach me... I am yours.... The one thing I want most in the world is for you to adopt me as your pet.... 

When you made me wait for you while you left for whatever reason,i did not feel the binds or the time passing, I was on stand-by waiting for you to turn me on for your personal pleasure.

For that lovely evening I existed for you. Had no trouble or thought in the world other than to please you.

When I sawyour smile and felt your body pressed against mine I can honestly say I was the happiest person on earth...

I try to express myself but it is impossible to express such strong emotions.

I need a partner. Dont care what kind. Romantic BDSM or otherwise..... Just to feel conected to someone else.someone who cares for me. Someone worthy to be with me. Someone strong. I am not even looking for monogamy. But i want to be someone's no1. 

I know this is too much for me to ask. I will never find someobe willing or equal to me. There are 2 options. To be alone or settle for a crappy relationship with someone lesser than me....

Good thing i only have qp years and 4months left

Waiting for you. I know you will come.

It is inevitable. I live for you.can feel you drawing closer

And closer.

My hearbeating fast when i think of you. I am both excited and petrified.

You bring the unknown with you.the sweet promise that ends it all.

I am here.waiting impatiently to arrive and take me with you.

Sweep me off my feet.

Please do not be late.my beloved death....

I always knew, deep down, tnat there was more to you than you chose to share. 

The confidence you have. The fire you carry within that burns; So bright but never scorches.... They whispered to me secrets that needed to be checked...

This time it is me in the bottom and you on top. All your charisma spread like eagle wings. Admiration consunes me before anything even begins. As if for the first time excitement takes over as you tie me to the bed post and cover my eyes. 

My own fire defies your will as the eyes see again. Laughter playfully escapes me.

But you don't give in.it is your time. And so skillfully you take what is yours. Bend me to your will. I am your toy. Your plaything.

You have earned it.

I stood there. Holding lit candles and a glass full of ice. Waiting for him. 

As he got to his place. I told him to undress. He lay on the bed. On his back. His hands stretched above his head. There is no need to tie them up . he is obedient enough.

The dance is about to start. The candle light is jittering from excitement...

I look deep in his expecting eyes as i pour the first drop on his skin. His eyes widen with pain and i hurry to pet his skin with ice. I leave a block on his chest and one under his throbing penis. He filinches but i do not pay attention. The dance has begin and i am caught in the midst.

Each hand is waving a profficient wand leaving patterns and colours on the skin. His screams bouncing from wall to wall. The pace fastens. I am totally fully invested. So is he.feeling each drop of candle wax scorching his skin. And the ice cubes dancing with his every moevent. And oh does he move...his hands are obediently above his head. His groin moves upwards from the painm bringing the naked skin closer to the flame.. 

This is a long dance and i feel him slipping into subspace. Silent falls and the dance fastens. And i am no longer me.i am the flame the ice the pain. I am everthing and everytime.

The screams start again. The dance is far from over. His pelvis is thrusted upwards and distorted from the pain.

In oneinstant the flam of one of my candles is snuffed by the tip of the penis. 

The pain is total. Most of the candles are hardened on the skin and the cubes i so skillfully used on his skin are but puddles. It is time.

Histhrobing penis yeilds to my will. The candles are still in my hand as i take his hardened penis and rub it as hard as i can. 

Before long he explodes in my hand. And we both collapse into eachother....