My slave writes:

i am owned by Ms. Amity. She has full rights to use me as She pleases without regard to my needs – i should say needs that i used to have. Over the course of several years, my predominant need has become simply to be a vessel that exists to serve Her, in any way She desires. The more Ms. Amity takes and uses me to satisfy Her wants and desires exclusively, the deeper is my feeling of absolute submission to Her.

Last summer, i begged for Her to take me into absolute slavery, a place where only Her needs existed, a place where i pledged there would be no limits, a place where i relinquished all right to say “No” to Ms. Amity. (A word of caution: before you tell a dominant woman that you will have “no limits,” be certain that you trust and know her). After assuring Herself that i understood what such a place would be like, what She expected in terms of complete devotion and obedience – and after months of my begging from within for Her to take me fully into a deep and absolute slavery to Her from which there would never be any retreat – Ms. Amity took me and i relinquished all i promised and begged to relinquish.

Before Ms. Amity mercifully put an end to my begging for a depth of slavery that i had never known, She wanted me to understand that the chastity in which She had been keeping me would be permanent. i would never again orgasm. Except for hygiene and torment, the cock and balls would go without touch. my cock had not been stroked for nearly a year by then and it would never be stroked again.

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