At this moment dependent on you

"Hello Madam, I'm Martha. I'm in charge tonight of seeing to your needs!"

You're sitting opposite me, I'm naked, all my clothes on my arm. For once, I try not to stammer too much and to find answers that are consistent with what Marthe might have said and experienced. My skills, my motivation...

"Martha, I'm going to record our conversation. That way it will be possible to prove whether I abused you or not!"

/.../

I light the other candles, you make me put on a blonde wig, threaten to show me off, to sell me! My head is spinning... Would I like that? Yes! No! Oh, I don't know... Is there really anything I wouldn't like to do under your tutelage?

Fortunately, you put an end to the storm, and I'm on my knees, thumbs tied, with one and only one mission to concentrate on: putting on your garter belt and stockings! It's a difficult exercise. I'm restricted in my movements, on my knees, gagged, but I manage to get your stockings on and, almost on the first try, to place the line properly at the back of your legs.

And so begins the abuse of power so... dreaded hoped for! The promise of total degradation and animal status. To be just another animal. An anonymous servant to be used and abused at will.

It's a sweet feeling when the collar tightens around your neck. The leash. Always the gag. On all fours, moving to the rhythm of your steps, your head along your leg. What a thrill. The pause in front of the mirror confirms what I'm already feeling. Those few steps were a brief moment. I felt good, in my place. I feel like I'm still there. It brings tears to my eyes to think about it.

Your mastery of time, as you point out, asserts your power in the image of the sovereign who keeps his courtiers waiting. As for me, I no longer have the ambition to master anything other than the trickle of drool escaping from my gag.

And so begins that state of abandonment I'm beginning to know. That I anticipate and savor a little more freely each time. At that moment, you took the two keys, that of my body and that of my mind.

The anal hook connected to the collar, then the hands attached to the chains. The vibrator which is beginning to have an effect on the bars of my cage. The cock that replaces the gag in my mouth matches my outfit, or what's left of it!

I'm dependent on you right now. Physically of course, attached as I am, but above all mentally. Marthe is the happiest. She's tied up, filled with a hook and a cock and she has a Mistress. I'm at least as happy as she is and I'm melting.

 

Testimony of F.