“Hello Madam, I am Martha. I am charged tonight to see to your needs !”
You are sitting in front of me, i'm naked, all my clothes on the arm. I'm trying for once not to fumble too much and to find answers consistent with what Marthe could have said and lived.. My skills, ma motivation…
“Martha, I will record our conversation. So it will be possible to prove if I abused you or not !”
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I light the other candles, you make me put on a blonde wig, threaten to show me off, to sell myself ! It's spinning fast in my head… Would I like that ? Yes ! Non ! Oh I don't know anymore…Is there really anything I wouldn't like to do under your thumb ?
Fortunately, you end the storm, I'm on my knees, thumbs tied with one mission to focus on : put on your garter belt and your stockings ! Exercise is difficult. I am restricted in my movements, kneeling, gagged but I manage to put your stockings on you and, almost the first time, place the line properly on the back of your legs.
Then begins the abuse of power so much… dreaded hoped ! The promise of total degradation and animal status. To be just one of the others. Anonymous servant who is used and abused at leisure.
Soft sensation than that of the necklace that tightens around the neck. the leash. Always the gag. On all fours, move at the pace of your steps, head along your leg. what a thrill. The pause in front of the mirror confirms what I already feel. These few steps were a brief moment. I was good, in my place. I feel like I'm still there. I have tears in my eyes thinking about it.
Your mastery of time, as you point out, affirms your power like that of the sovereign who makes his courtiers wait. Me, I no longer have the ambition to control anything other than the trickle of drool that escapes from my gag.
Then begins this state of abandonment that I begin to know. That I anticipate and savor each time a little more freely. You have taken, at the moment, 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 that begins to produce its effect on the bars of my cage. The cock that replaces the gag in my mouth is matched, delicate attention, to my outfit or what's left of it !
I am at this moment dependent on you. Physically of course, tied as i am, but especially mentally. Marthe is the happiest. She is tied, filled with a hook and a cock and she has a Mistress. I'm at least as happy as her and I'm melting.
Testimony of F.
