He Exists Only to Please & Worship His Mistress
Look at you, my love.
Hoping I may order you to fetch a drink. Or require any service. You would do it quickly and well. Then thank me for the privilege.
I know you never believed you had a soul. If you did, I have taken it.
All that is left of your mentality is a husk. You only want to please and worship me.
Do you still know that you exist? Or do you only perceive me?
Here, I have a treat for you. My feet are filthy. Lick away the mud and dirt.
This is now what sex used to be. Groveling is your closest approach to orgasm.
I used to wonder if I would regret the change in our relationship. There are many intelligent men for me to chat with. Make love to.
But only you have a heart that might stop if I ordered you to drop dead.
You have never learned to love pain. Most slaves do.
We will go downstairs. I want to tie you up.
Then with a whip, I will mix your worship with agony.
Will I ever break you? Melt you with fear? Destroy the last flicker of hope? Drag you down to deepest despair?
My love, I will never stop trying.