Thoughts of a bitch

I enjoy it when my young master shows possessiveness towards me in public, even though most people think - or precisely because of that - that I'm just an old man keeping a young stud.

My master is twenty-eight years old, taller and stronger than me, handsome, and has a "tough guy" look (something I love); I adore it when he hugs me or grabs my waist or ass while we're together, something that fills me with pride. The fact that, at any moment he feels the need to fuck the bitch that I am, he feels free to do so and unloads his cum in my ass or mouth, not only doesn't bother me, but makes me happy. When we lie down together on any beach and the glances directed at him don't cease, nor does the perplexity of not understanding what a handsome man like him is doing with an old, fat woman, it provokes in me an irrepressible feeling of satisfaction.

No, I'm not naive. My master does with me what he wants (never better said). No matter how hard I try, I'll never be able to meet 100% of his needs, and therefore, he has other fixed bitches, apart from not being picky about anyone else. I understand and it doesn't cause me any problems. I'm happy with what he gives me, which is more than I need.

Ours was a relationship that started casually, after a hookup in a dark room, and has lasted over time. We exchanged phone numbers first, had new sexual encounters that escalated in level until we both showed our true selves and escalated into these unconventional BDSM practices. In those early encounters, we established our limits, but as our relationship progressed, we've crossed all of them. Today, we only have a couple of red lines left, which I'm convinced he'll eventually cross as well.

As he solidified his position as the master of the house, he's taken over all the territory I've been giving up. Without drama, without bad vibes... I've been accommodating myself to my subordinate position before the dominant male to whom I voluntarily submitted. I never question any of his orders, and he gives plenty. His youth keeps his libido high, making him a stud who constantly needs to unload fluids and tension on the proud slave I've become.

I never thought that being naked at home all day would become a necessity for me. That my mouth and ass would demand the daily doses of cum and piss that he graciously supplies, that I'd get used to being treated like a female and the constant insults, that someone else would decide what underwear I should wear each day, about my outings and leisure trips... But all that was just the beginning. Then came the spankings, the bondage, the exposure, the humiliation... I think that, apart from some more extreme practices like scat, I've tried everything else.

I also started attending to his two closest friends. That also progressed from less to more, I started as the waiter at home gatherings (a space where I've said I have to be naked) the touching, the licking and jerk-offs, unti...