Bound and helpless I wait for my Master's return. The blinds throw shadows of their slats across my body painting a picture of a wanton slut awaiting pleasure or pain depending on her Master's current whim.
Which do I desire? I wonder? Once I would have said neither. That was before Karl took me and made me his toy, his pet, his whore slut wanting only to pleasure him.
How hard those first few weeks were on us. How I fought him, never giving an inch. I carry scars from his whip that will never go away. He conquered me in the end and turned my world inside out. My only purpose in life now his pleasure. my only desire to please him in my humiliation. There is nothing I will deny him any more.
He had my breasts enlarged. Now with the aid of a corset he has made my waist half it's original size yet still he tightens it every day to see how small he can make me. I have been fitted me with nipple and clit rings. The weighted clit ring have elongated me until my clit looks like a small penis especially when erect and needy. A state he keeps me in always. My mind is the most important change. My every waking thought now belongs to him.
My body throbs just thinking of how he will tease and torment me until I give him at his command my orgasm. I am now reborn as his creation.
Today I will leave my old life as a Bride of Christ behind forever, To begin life dedicated to my Master's God. Father Karl my former confessor is satisfied with his slut.
How innocent I was when I sought his council desiring his help to understand my wanton desires for him. He took away my innocence that night showing me a world unknown to me of fleshly desire and wanton lust. Showing me the pleasures, a woman received in servicing her man with pussy, ass, and mouth. It was only later that I learned the price of my addiction. Without his body to service I am alone. Without pleasuring him I am without purpose.
Just the thought of his touch upon my body, his whispered words telling me to open my passages to his fingers and his cock can send me salivating like Pavlov's dog into climax. He has become my world.
I hear the sound of his footsteps coming down the hall, the door grates open on my cell, and he is there. Dressed in his priest frock and collar he growls at me.
"Are you ready to join us Sister Sarah?"
I moan in lust at the sight of him and shake my head yes, watching the green eyed women, who appears in the mirror across from my bed shiver as he runs one finger down her spine and into the crease between her ass cheeks. He pulls them apart and lightly licks there smacking her until her ass is bright and shiny red and her eyes ful of tears.
I do not recognize her as me anymore.
He smells the odor of my arousal and says, "My whore slut is ready."
