You used me so many times, milord, that I became sore and swollen. And each time it hurt a little bit more...and each time I wanted more. The ache, the pain, and most especially, the humiliation as I realized that I wanted it - it was all that I needed.

How often did you open me up? With your fingers or your cock...a little more each time until finally my entire cunt was red and raw, my clit so sensitive to the slightest touch, that any stimulation, any touching, hurt. Yet made me wet.

One afternoon was particularly hard, milord. You slid a finger inside me, then another...I wanted to pull away but I could not. Instead I found myself pushing down on your fingers, wanting more and more. God, it hurt. You kept going deeper, opening my cunt more, stretching me wider, asking me if it hurt - and when I said yes, your response was "Good. I want it to hurt." Then you told me to come. Through the pain, through the fog, through my desire to withdraw...I did come for you, milord.

When finally you withdrew your fingers, I was so relieved yet I missed them inside me. And then when you told me that you'd almost been fisting me - and that you would have except that you thought removing your fist would be too much for me...I wish you had, milord. I give you all - everything you want. My pain, my pleasure, my laughter, my tears, my pleas, my orgasms, my body, my mind, my soul, milord. Yours. To do with as you choose.