My favourite slut, toy, beautifully describes the bliss of Ownership.

…when you can still taste Him in your mouth from His earlier orgasm and still feel the heat of the impressions He left on your body, your throat, your face with His feet… all these massive explosions raked me afterwards, as i laid there, encircling Him and hoping that the electrical impulses and wildfires i was feeling were being transferred out through my fingertips that were lazily tracing up and down His back… as i lay there, holding Him and struggling to breathe evenly just so i could praise and thank Him for using me… all those lingering tingles silently bestowed that everything i was, everything i am, and everything i will ever be belongs to Him… madness…

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