Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Purpose

I never feel quite so full of purpose, so completely useful, as when Master is taking me from behind, using me for his pleasure as he did last night.    
I'm filled with the sensations of being really whole.   A whole hole, serving its purpose completely.  It's a wonderful feeling.

Afterward he snaps my leash on and firmly says "Mine".

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