My eyes open and I spy my mistress’ body lying next to mine. I watch with pleasure her gentle breathing.  Her breasts move ever so seductively as the air flows in and out of her lungs. She seems so at peace, so serene like this.  The last four days have been a brutal hell for me. Maybe now she has spent that energy and is ready to once again enter a period of tenderness, and sensuality.

   Maybe I can change her attitude?  I know she runs in cycles. There are periods of long slow loving nights, cuddling, kissing, and reading stories to each other. Then there are periods of absolute domination.   All my holes abused, paddles, beatings, ropes, humiliations, and lots of plastic devices. 

   I have just spent the last four days, and night encouraging her to do anything she wanted. Now every part of my body hurts. All but my soul. She owns that and it aches to always give her pleasure.  I will do what ever she desires, but today, for the sake of my body I will try to change her attitude to one of desiring the soft sensual pleasures.

   As I rise quietly from the bed, wishing to not disturb her sleep.   I realize a tremendous amount of pain.  My thighs tremble as I put weight on my legs, I gasp from the sensation. I realize that my testicles are still cinched tight, and that the ever-present butt plug has been strapped in to my ass hole all night.  My legs are weak with fatigue; weak from being spread all night.

   In the bathroom I see the reflection of my body in the mirror. Bruised, welts on my ass, balls red and swollen.  Why do I let her do this? Why do I submit? Then the image of her face crosses my minds eye. Her smile, the look of love and pure pleasure I see as she uses me. I can never deny her that joy. I wish to spend a life creating that joy for her.

   As I struggle out to the rest of the house I see the damage that has been done.   Four days of group debauchery, four nights of sexual domination, numerous mistresses putting their slave through their paces has left the place a mess.