![]() I’m happy when I get fucked by my Master. Nothing else matters but the overwhelming, delightful reality of getting used by him. When his cock is inside me, when he’s using me for his pleasure, that’s when I feel the most like myself, that’s when my life makes sense. ![]() He has made me belong to him, and it feels right when he uses me as his toy, because that’s what I am. I belong to my Master: He owns me, he can use me however he wants. When I say it I believe it, and when I believe it it becomes true. This mantra becomes my reality, and I repeat it over and over as he raises my legs and his cock enters me. When I say them, my mind shuts down and the words repeat in my mind in a loop, destroying any other thought, burning down my will, taking away my mind. ![]()
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