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Maybe I've been spending too much time on Fetlife lol. But as I look at the signs of beating and whipping on some folks I think about BDSM and fantasize about being owned by a man. I have a good deal pent up inside of me and I know BDSM is a way to channel this out of a person. Obviously this is a man I have to trust completely to care for me.
In my fantasy I long to give myself to the right Master completely. My will, desires, aspirations, identity mean nothing. He will be in charge of that. I present myself to Him completely naked, as a symbol of me having nothing of my own and being property. It's also a symbol of what I want to become, which will not be as easy to achieve as a change in my wardrobe, or lack thereof. He pokes and prods my body with a smirk. He is pleased with my offering of myself, my body, my soul. I want to be such a good slave to Him. I love Him and will heed His every word. I hope He will learn to love me too.
I want Master to strip away all that is in my mind, all I'm used to, all I take as normal. I am making myself as vulnerable as I can to Him. I want him to tie me up, spank me, paddle me, whip me. I want Him to take pictures of my wounds so there will be a record of what has been done to me. I want Him to humiliate me and call me derogatory names. I want Him to make me admit to things I would never dare to before this. I want Him to strip away my heterosexuality and the burden it puts on me sometimes. I want Him to make me cry uncontrollably. I want Him to fuck me while I'm crying. I want Him to break me down completely. I want Him to invite His friends over so He can demonstrate to them how He made me into a shell of my former self, and continue His humiliation and humbling of me in their presence and with their effort. I want him to offer His friends use of His prized object, His fuckmeat. I don't want to think anymore, but be reduced to an irrelevant sex object, with no autonomy, no concerns (other than being the best possession of my dear Master), no obligations (see previous parenthetical statement).
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