Ohhhh yeeeeeeessss, Mistress kissing and softly biting my neck is exactly what i wanted and needed. I'm relaxing, feel the tension go out of me and my body go slack. I'm still aching and having a hard time to find a position where the pain is bearable. It's slowly getting better, though.
Then she asks me which part i enjoyed most! She's gotta be kidding. Oh hell, yes, how could i forget the pleasure of that guy sticking needles in my nipples? Or how much i enjoyed having weights hanging from my clit? And why did i forget the joys of being watched while i rode the horse? Umm, the horse. That wasn't that bad, after all. At least in the beginning. I begin to think and get aware that there were indeed a couple of things that weren't all that bad. I only get out of my thoughts when Mistress whispers „Zoe? Are you still awake?“
„Yes Mistress. I am sorry, i was thinking. I am too tired and exhausted to sleep.“
„And, what did you enjoy?“
„I enjoyed the time at breakfast. When i had to eat out of the bowl. That was kinda, umm..., well, the way it had to be: Mistress and Master sitting at the table, having breakfast, me on the floor, eating and drinking from bowls like a dog. And of course it was also a break from the pain. I also liked to be lead around the house on a leash. All those things that put me in the right place as a slave.“
„And which of the painful things did you enjoy?“
„Not many, Mistress. Certainly not the needles. And that stuff he incected neither. The whipping was just too much, too intense. Otherwise it was extremely arousing, to stand there, waiting for the next blow, not knowing where she will hit." I think back and feel myself getting moist. Not because of the pain, but thinking of how helpless i was, at the ladies complete mercy.
" Oh, thinking of that whipping, will the welts scar, Mistress? Will i be marked forever?“
I don't like her answer at all and start to cry a little. She tells me i should look at them as trophies, the marks of a true slave. So i am a true slave? Is that what i wanted to become, what i want to be? Yes, as much as i'm fighting this thought, that's it in a nutshell: I'm a slave and it's what i want to be.
„I enjoyed the horse too, because i know the people very much enjoyed watching me. But making me ride it until i passed out the third time was also too much. And finally i enjoyed when they used my body to satisfy themselves.“
„Elaborate on that. Why did you enjoy that?“
„Because i like being fucked, even when it's painful. And because being used is, umm ... it is what i am made for? I mean, that's why i'm a slave, your slave, so i can satisfy you. Or others, if that's your wish.“
„You're learning fast, Zoe. Now try to sleep.“
„Mistress?“
„Yes?“
„Will you put me on auction again?“