whipping boy

I am here to provide you with pleasure Miss. I long for your command. The whip, the cane, the belt are merely instruments to lead me to submit. Your pleasure is what commands me. The swelling of your breast and your sex and the smile you share with me is what I crave.

At your whim, MSR, I will serve. Bend me over. Fill my holes or leave me wanting. I will do as you ask by knowing that it pleases you. Use me like a fuckhole or instrument for your total use. Fetching what you wish for, fulfilling the tasks you have for me to perform like your show pony, your house bitch. I am dripping thinking of how you could command me. Bring on the discipline Miss; I am desirous to please and I yearn for training.

Limits are merely boundaries yet unfulfilled. Your sex should be suckled as my lips service your feet and my body is used as your whipping post. My holes should entertain you as you see fit. I am your object possession, useful, used, and cared for in order to be used again.

My arms, my lips, my cunt, my ass, my cock are here to serve you. I want you to feel and see my sex drip down my leg so that you know this service pleases me. I only ask that I be desired--and to be of use.

MSR, this journey is exhilarating and I still long for you as as a friend and lover. Whip me and apply the salve. Use me, and use me again.