Please forgive the hostile wording of this post, but the topic gets me fired up:
Sex slaves are for sex. They are, in their toned prime, quivering and whimpering beasts that can think about nothing else besides a Master's use.
Master and I have been reading a lot of online sex slave blogs lately, trying to find some that he would like to add links to. A reoccurring theme that we've noticed on almost every single blog is the poor slave being restricted to maybe one fuck a day if she's "lucky".
I don't know if there's a genetic abnormality that causes a sex slave to need more sex than the average person, but I know from personal experience that my hormones go bitch-haywire when I'm not fucked into submission. I'm either a pain and humiliation craving whore or a full fledged nag of a wife. There is a boring in between where I maintain a happy homemaker on just a few fucks a week, but not a sexy one.
Why keep a sex slave to not have massive amounts of brutal sex with? Why does the average office worker with a four door sedan need a luscious animal penned up in his bedroom? Real men, the kind that need to brutalize and dominate a woman in every molecule of her being, are going to use a slave until she can't breathe ... and then some. It's akin to buying a multi million dollar sports car and not even parking it a garage; just leaving it in the backyard under a tree and maybe turning the engine over once a month if it's "lucky". Have you ever met someone with a border collie? Try keeping one of those and giving it a simple walk once a day, "if it's lucky".
This might be a case of "I know how life should be lived and everyone else has it wrong", but I'm firmly convinced that a Master who doesn't know and utilize the true purpose of his sex slave deserves the hormonally imbalanced bitchiness that ensues.
-Whore
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