The Devotion Of A Slave...
The words of a precious slave, who revels in being a sissy slut and craves pain...
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"I have been under the control of Mistress April for almost two years. When she accepted me for training, I had no idea of what a Domme/slave relationship would be. Mistress April, slowly, and with great patience led me down a path where I learned of the rewards I could receive from strict obedience to her wishes and demands. I also learned of the pain that would come from displeasing Mistress April. That pain was and is both physical and mental.
Mistress April has taught me the physical pleasure that can be derived from the acceptance of pain given to various parts of my body, notably my nipples and cock and balls. And my ass. Mistress just loves beating my ass with either a hairbrush or a paddle. She has taken me from having great apprehension to that of great anticipation for pain sessions. Talk about apprehension, Mistress told me to bring an empty gallon milk jug, rope to hook it to my balls, and two pitchers filled with water to our next session. And, what I feared was what she wanted. Mistress had me stand up, with the jug hanging between my legs, and she started filling it. At about half-full, I thought that the pain was getting unbearable, but my greatest fear was that my balls would be ripped off. They weren't of course, and in later sessions, I had the jug filled, swinging it back and forth. It still hurt like hell, but I knew (or hoped) that my balls would stay intact.
I now look forward to seeing if I can endure more pain than what occurred in our last session, and, I am sure, Mistress April looks forward to seeing if she can produce louder screams from me. She always succeeds.
Mistress April has also found an area that I had always thought was buried deeply in my brain, away from anyone else. I have liked wearing girls panties, but have never told anyone about this fetish. Mistress April has taken this, has had me apply makeup, and has taken me to parties dressed as a slut.(She calls me her cock-sucking slut whore) She completes my fantasy by allowing me to suck off some of the men, while others are jerking off onto me. This fantasy takes many directions, all of which are immensely pleasurable to me.
I think that Mistress April's favorite torture are what she calls "intense sessions". These require complete obedience from me and require that I either refrain from touching myself, (stroking my cock) or, if Mistress does allow me to masturbate, that I not cum until, or if She approves of it. All the while, having me watch her and her boyfriend get it on, or having me lick and suck them together, or separately, or even more intense for me, rubbing her pussy against my cock and not letting me inside. After a time, I am reduced to a chunk of quivering jelly. And, if I am lucky, Mistress April allows me to cum. If not, I wait until I do get her permission.
Mistress April has become a very important part of my life. There is not a moment that goes by that I do not think of her. I know that she owns me, and I am so proud to be one of her slaves that I wish I could shout it to the world. I worship her, and nothing pleases me more than making her happy."
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"I have been under the control of Mistress April for almost two years. When she accepted me for training, I had no idea of what a Domme/slave relationship would be. Mistress April, slowly, and with great patience led me down a path where I learned of the rewards I could receive from strict obedience to her wishes and demands. I also learned of the pain that would come from displeasing Mistress April. That pain was and is both physical and mental.
Mistress April has taught me the physical pleasure that can be derived from the acceptance of pain given to various parts of my body, notably my nipples and cock and balls. And my ass. Mistress just loves beating my ass with either a hairbrush or a paddle. She has taken me from having great apprehension to that of great anticipation for pain sessions. Talk about apprehension, Mistress told me to bring an empty gallon milk jug, rope to hook it to my balls, and two pitchers filled with water to our next session. And, what I feared was what she wanted. Mistress had me stand up, with the jug hanging between my legs, and she started filling it. At about half-full, I thought that the pain was getting unbearable, but my greatest fear was that my balls would be ripped off. They weren't of course, and in later sessions, I had the jug filled, swinging it back and forth. It still hurt like hell, but I knew (or hoped) that my balls would stay intact.
I now look forward to seeing if I can endure more pain than what occurred in our last session, and, I am sure, Mistress April looks forward to seeing if she can produce louder screams from me. She always succeeds.
Mistress April has also found an area that I had always thought was buried deeply in my brain, away from anyone else. I have liked wearing girls panties, but have never told anyone about this fetish. Mistress April has taken this, has had me apply makeup, and has taken me to parties dressed as a slut.(She calls me her cock-sucking slut whore) She completes my fantasy by allowing me to suck off some of the men, while others are jerking off onto me. This fantasy takes many directions, all of which are immensely pleasurable to me.
I think that Mistress April's favorite torture are what she calls "intense sessions". These require complete obedience from me and require that I either refrain from touching myself, (stroking my cock) or, if Mistress does allow me to masturbate, that I not cum until, or if She approves of it. All the while, having me watch her and her boyfriend get it on, or having me lick and suck them together, or separately, or even more intense for me, rubbing her pussy against my cock and not letting me inside. After a time, I am reduced to a chunk of quivering jelly. And, if I am lucky, Mistress April allows me to cum. If not, I wait until I do get her permission.
Mistress April has become a very important part of my life. There is not a moment that goes by that I do not think of her. I know that she owns me, and I am so proud to be one of her slaves that I wish I could shout it to the world. I worship her, and nothing pleases me more than making her happy."
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