wannaplayplz

As time goes by, I'm starting to care less. Is it really so important to stay where I am, or would it be ok to move? Do I really care if I ever see the light of day, or is the word of my owner more important. Thoughts of cocks still dance through my head, and I want them more and more each day. I'm starting to wonder if I'm actually a slave, or more a cock toy, something that would do better purely sucking or being fucked. I'm really not sure, to be honest, and it scares me a little, but thats ok. It can't happen without that glorious man to guide me, and He will know what's best.

Every day I dream.

I dream about being tied into position, on my knees, my back arched, my head up. Hooks in my nose and a tight rope around my belly to keep me in perfect position. Then they come. So many big beautiful cocks, stuffing my mouth and anus. Unrelenting, filling me with their pleasure, and keeping me desperate. Desperate for more. Then at the end, after every one has been sated and my stomach is over-full and my backside is raw, I'm plugged tight, gagged, and left in a cage, or wrapped head to toe in tape, and left to wait. Left to wait until the more come. Left to wait for the next time my body will be of use. I crave it, despite being so nervous. I need to lose my mind in desperate need of the pleasure of others. And need for them to ignore my wants for their own..