i am pussy

this was a training day.

together in our separate houses,
we took another step towards making me
into what he wants me to be.
into what i was meant to be.
into what he has always known i am.

he hypnotized me.
i'm not sure he would have called it that.
but he knows how responsive i am,
how easily i am transported by his words,
by his voice, even if that voice is heard
through pixillated marks on the screen.

i am pussy.

he had me say it.
he had me breathe it.
first the phrase.
then the word.
just that one word.
into the moist air.
into the grey world.

pussy...

i filled and swelled
and flowed transformed...
men around the world heard
the call... smelled me... sensed
me... a welcoming haven... a
sanctuary of sex... calling
their cocks... warm...
moist... open... made
to be used... i floated
in another state. and knew
that yes. i am this.
whatever he wants me to be,
i am. and whatever i was
born to be, i am.

i look back and know this is true.
always that emptiness,
eyes searching for signs
of need. i know what you need.
it's here between my legs.
it's there between my buttocks.
and up here, within my mouth.
settle yourself between my breasts.
rub yourself with long, red hair.
push me down, press me down
give me your weight,
grind your cock into the small of my back.

use me.

i am pussy.
not just that cave
below the thatch of hair
but all of me. i
am pussy.
i am my Master's.
he will let you take your turn.
i am like a new-found Rembrandt,
a masterpiece not to be hoarded
in some private museum. my Master
is a collector, and when he wishes,
he puts his treasures on display.

i am pussy.
sniff me out.
hear my breath.
feel my heat.

i am pussy.

fuck me.