My Amur’s Collar

But it’s not really for their comfort, only I’d like them to be displayed, exposed & presented for me at a slightly better angle.

But it doesn’t detract from the objectification of an owned girl.

Yes she can serve as a sex toy. Yes she can be tormented in bondage & restraints.

I will decorate it, adorn it, beautify it as I choose fit.

Let your body feel the heat, the sensation, the tension I give you.

Lose your mind in the sensation I give you. Lose your mind in the focus of pleasing me.

Lose your mind knowing your torment gives me pleasure, and how I love watching you suffer for me.

She will sit there, waiting, catching glimpses out of the corner of her eye at the large princess plug I am preparing.

The silence only builds on our unspoken conversation. The slow, deliberate act only enhances the inevitability of what is to come.

When I am done, she will obediently stand & bend over, spreading her ass cheeks for me.

When I am done, her ass will be full, reminding her of her status of an owner being for my want, desire and pleasure.

When I am done, I will dress her in a classic, revealing dress, adorn her neck with a choker, her feet with promiscuous heels. She will not be allowed panties, but only feel her nakedness and the weight of the plug in her ass under the dress.

She will then be instructed to the bathroom, to look at herself in the rmirror as she does her makeup. To look deep into her submission. To feel my omnipresence. To know who she is.

She is transformed into an ornament on display.

What I love about this suspension is while guests pour themselves a drink her whole body is at eye level and can be closely examined.

She has lost all sense of modesty. All sense of dignity.

She feels no shame, no embarrassment, no humiliation.

She understands her body is to be displayed and exposed for others enjoyment.

Reasons why I love open ring gags

This gag is a great reminder that my mouths main purpose is to take cock. Anyone looking at me with this gag on knows that I am nothing more than a mouth to fuck. 

It severely impacts my ability to speak. There is something very hot about having to say “Thank you, Sir” and sounding like an incoherent and unintelligible idiot.

Lack of choice. Even if I wanted to close my mouth or not swallow sperm, I have no ability to do so. It forces me to become a receptacle.

Drool. The humiliating strings of saliva dripping on my tits and cunt. Once it starts, the realization that I’ve been reduced to a sub-human, animal-like form kicks in.

People with dignity get to use the toilet…..not you. Look how you’ve managed to get urine everywhere - the floor, the insides of your legs and you’re even standing in it. I thought you might be house broken by now, be able to control your stream. That means no matter how desperate you are to relieve yourself, you never let the stream gush out. Instead you seek permission, then keep eye contact while you dribble out your stream into small dainty wet patches on the newspaper.