Master, I'm yours.
This pussy is yours.
Open to use, ready for your manhood.
This asshole is yours.
Tight, so tight, ready to be raped once more.
These legs are yours.
Wrapped in these beautiful stockings as you like them, to enhance your pleasure.
My life and this body is devoted to your desire.
I hold myself open, while you decide wheter to give me pleasure or pain, to humiliate me or to hold me kindly, to tell me you love me or to insult me, unworthy of you.
Whatever you decide, you and I both know that I cannot influence it in anyway.
And this fact gives you pleasure, to hold a beautiful girl totally in your power.
And this fact gives me pleasure, I am nothing more than an object, your object.
And I crave to be used.
If that means feeling pleasure, I will thank your benevolence.
If that means bearing your child, so that new slave daughters could be born, I'll do my best to get impregnated.
If that means suffering, I will suffer for you.
And if that means dying, I will die knowing I fullfilled my role as your slave.
