Another step has been taken.
My playmate has been chosen.
The product has been pitched.
Marketing documents are being prepared.
Last Saturday. Last Saturday my Master spoke to the man (I do believe it is a man) who will fuck me for my Master's pleasure and for his own. He is one of us, a dom at least if not a sadist. He knows what I am to my Master. He is on FetLife. He has been told a lot about me and may even be reading this post.
Rather than frightening me, the news dissolved me into a submissive puddle. My body convulsed in expected ways, sweet juices flooding from the delta that sometime soon will be invaded by this stranger's cock per my Master's order. There were other physical reactions, too, relating to the private metaphors that unite me and my beloved demon muse.
I feel soft and yielding.
I am overjoyed at this chance to prove my submission, my obedience, my acceptance, and my love. I will do everything I can to please this man, and will bask in my Master's pride as he sees how willingly I obey.
He might hurt me, this man selected to enjoy me. He might hurt me - if the sadist tells him to. I am not one who needs pain, but I will welcome it if the sadist wishes to watch another torment me.
The Beast will be watching. Of that I am sure.
The Beast will be watching and devouring my screams.
I have told you all I know. The sadist doesn't have to tell me anything before it happens, but told me that much, I think, in order to enjoy the reaction he knew would follow.
He knows me well.
He knows how I respond.
I can feel it now. I can feel this strange man's cock forcing its way into whichever orifice he or my Master chooses. Perhaps I'll moan with pleasure. Perhaps I'll moan with pain. But whatever I do, I will do my best to please my Lord because I am his and I love him and to please him is my joy.