“Submissive sex, please” are the magic words my master wants to hear from me. He has trained me well and gotten me to the point where I don’t value myself. All I want is to be hog-tied and used up like a pig.
Since he came into my life, my submissive streak has grown exponentially. Theres a part of me that wants me to stop, but there’s an even more significant part that wants to go deeper into pleasing him.
When pain strikes me, of course, it hurts, but I know its a mental game, and I have to let him use me up like a little bitch to keep him happy.
When the master is happy, it’s a better experience for me, and it satisfies me to keep him content.