Subdued

With my master I discover the most whorish, broken and desperate part of me, the one that only comes out when I am on my knees with my mouth open, thick saliva dripping down my chin and my cock dripping without anyone touching it. Before him my confidence turns to shit: it becomes a bestial need to be his slave, to be used by him like a hot, obedient and available hole. It makes me hard to the point of pain to know that I am in front of a man who does not ask permission to take me, whose presence already imposes submission on me, who looks at me and reminds me that I am his fucking slave to order around, to fuck, to whip and to fill with cum until I can't take any more.

There is something perversely dirty in knowing that, when we are alone, he can tear out that obedient, vulnerable side of me that is anxious to please. I like to provoke him on purpose, to be insolent, to test his limits… just to feel how his authority gets harder and how the punishment comes. Because every time I misbehave, he doesn't waste time: he grabs me, ties my wrists behind my back or ties me hand and foot to the bed, leaves me immobile and exposed. Then he takes out the belt or the strap and whips me without mercy. He doesn't only mark my ass and my back: he also lashes my cock and my balls. Each blow burns me, makes me arch, leaves my dick red and sensitive, my testicles burning and tight with pain, while I pant, writhe and still ask him for more like the slave I am. He corrects me, disciplines me, marks me with lashes all over my body, leaves my ass open and red, my cock and balls whipped, my face full of saliva and cum, my throat a wreck after he shoves it all the way down my throat.

Our relationship is raw, constant and dirty tension: looks that undress me, orders that bend my will and a disgusting complicity that turns every encounter into a secret of dominance, ropes, lashes on my cock and balls, saliva, cum, tears and obedience. He speaks and I obey. He decides and I open my legs, my mouth or my ass. He ties me up, whips me even on my cock and balls, and I thank him with tears, with my dick dripping and my body trembling with pain and pleasure.

What destroys me most is that feeling of belonging to him by choice. Knowing that I can hand over total control to him, that he knows exactly how to handle his slave, how to tie me up when I provoke him, how to whip my ass, my back, my cock and my balls until my skin burns and the welts show, how to fuck my mouth until I choke, how to open my ass and fuck it without mercy and how to fill me with cum wherever he pleases, is profoundly addictive. With him I can be shamelessly submissive, let out my lowest desires and enjoy that delicious contradiction: on the outside, a mature man; on the inside, a slave who needs to feel completely dominated, tied up, whipped, used, fucked, filled and degraded by his master until nothing is left but submission, his body trembling and his cock still hard.