I need to use you and use you hard....

That was the first message he sent that sent my heart soaring and my cunt clenching.

I need him to take me to that place only he knows the map to, and to guide me through its darkness to where my self hides. I need his hands and slaps and whispers and force. His breath in my ear, his teeth on my neck, his belt on my flesh. I spend a lot of time pretending I don't need these things, pretending that it doesn't matter. It's the only way I can exist peacefully in my world without him, but it is still just pretending.

Think of what I am going to do you and make yourself cum.. was the second message he sent.

And I obeyed...

Fingers circling the wet and wanton folds, my mind swirled with thoughts of his use. Of his forcing his cock deep into my throat, of his hands gripping my neck tighter and tighter rendering me helpless, rendering me His. Pushing and pulling my body to meet his needs and desires.

Fingers pinching and pulling hardened nipples, my mind swirled with thoughts of his use. Of his hand slapping my ass and cunt harder and harder with each blow as he tells me not to move, reveling in my inability to possibly obey such a command, and punishing me for that.

Thoughts swirling visions of deep forceful penetration, complete control of everything I am and will be, of crawling to his feet and begging for more, Master, more....

Yes, yes.... I need you to use your whore, Master and use use her hard.... please......