Tomorrow, September 1st, it will have been one year since I begged the sadist to allow me to serve him.
Having no idea what that truly would mean.
Having no idea how much he would demand of me.
Having no idea how much he would give me.
These days, something has happened to the bond between us... I feel his presence... at odd moments I feel his presence... not just a sense of him... I feel him touching me. At odd moments, I will feel him touching me, and my body will react... some of the things I feel, I can't even tell you... they refer to private matters between just the two of us... but then I feel him touching me... I feel his fingers fondling my cunt... and inside... I start to pulse... and then my little puckered butt hole starts to convulse, squeezing and releasing as if performing some anal version of Kegel exercises... and then my womb contracts... again and again... and I start writhing... writhing as I am right now in my chair... and the little moans that he loves so much... the little moans that ride on my breath... there they are, slipping out of my throat...
I am yours, my Lord.
I am yours.
And right now,
right this moment,
I feel your fingertips
dancing over my cunt.