What I’ve been looking for is a Master who can make me his collared slave. Men make me feel so powerless and weak, but somehow I still often forget that my place is serving them. There have been so many times where I catch myself playing the same old games I used to play. I’ll be out the bar or at the club wearing one of my slutty outfits trying to get attention and free drinks. How pathetic. I need to be reminded of what that sort of trashy behavior is asking for.
I long to hear the click of a slave collar on my neck. That would really make it harder for a little whore like me to keep making the same mistakes. If I start to forget that it’s there all I would need to do is look in the mirror or reach for my throat to be reminded. Is it bad that I’ll do anything for the right man? What am I saying? I’ll pretty much do anything for any man either way. That’s why I need a Master.
Other guys just want to fuck, they aren’t looking for a slave. Once they’ve had me, they’re gone and very rarely do they ever degrade me the way that I want. Even if I ask for it, they assume I don’t mean it. I get so frustrated! Can’t they see that I deserve it?
Sometimes I let them fuck me in the filthiest places. Dark alleys, bathrooms, and the back seat of taxis etc.,etc. It makes me feel so dirty that my cunt gets soaking wet just thinking about that. I should be disgusted with myself and I am, but I want to be broken and I want to serve. Is that too much to ask for? It seems like it these days. I thought every guy wanted a good obedient little fuck toy, maybe I was wrong.
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