What if this was my life? Kept, confined, restrained. Punished, defiled, degraded. All day, all night. What if his brutal slaps were our only point of contact? What if his piss was my only source of sustenance…and intimacy.
I can’t begin to tell you how much I enjoy having my body manipulated like this. I love knowing that I am being changed, both inside and out, to better serve him, and to give more pleasure to all those who watch me.