I'm here for you, Master.
I finally understand the purpose of what you were doing to me, I finally embrace your control and accept it as the center of my life.
I remember I fought it for so long, I remember I tried to resist, but now I can't even understand why.
Why would I resist my enslavement? Why would I try not to submit to you? I don't know.
Now I see how much I need your control, how much sense it makes to serve you, how being your slave makes my entire life meaningful.
Your control over me is a gift, Master, and I'm thankful for it.
My will is broken, my thoughts are yours, my mind is your plaything and a blank page for you to write on, and not only I accept it, I'm thankful for it and proud of it.
I look at my body, at these muscles I got through years of training, and all I feel is regret of not having put them at your service before. Because what is the purpose of my body, if not being your sex toy?
This is what I am and this is what I want to be: your toy, your sex slave, yours to own and use and fuck any way you want.
Nothing can make me happier than your control over me, nothing feels better than your touch, nothing fulfills me like knowing that you have a use for my body.
Your pleasure, your satisfaction, those are what I need and crave now. My own pleasure doesn't matter, and my only desire is satisfy your wants.
Please take me, Master. Please use me, please fuck me.
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