Descent to Whore

The descent to Whore has and will continue to be long.

I've experienced many interesting places and people through our lifestyle. I've served and danced at private Gorean tavern parties in slave silks and coffle. I've gone to a public dungeon in nothing but a collar and served alongside sister slaves as a Master stood over us, whip in hand. I've whored myself out in upscale VIP rooms for four digits and brought the money home to Master.

Still, it was only recently that I began to embody Whore.

I've felt slavery in different ways, from the loving guidance of a Daddy Dom to the unwilling animal terror of brutal punishment. Nothing Master came across in online literature or local lifestyle groups brought long lasting results to my training.

The turning point came when I stopped; when Master determined that I was worthless and didn't deserve to cum. Now, fueled by my constant, unrelieved, overwhelming arousal, I descend to become his perfect Whore. I long for the day when I have earned his complete lack of respect.

-Whore