Sex

MT has a massive sex drive, probably higher than a roomful of teenage boys watching porn. Trying to keep up is almost if not actually impossible but it's good fun trying to and I live to serve. Yesterday morning I was given the onerous task of providing her with a marathon of sexual services. 'You poor thing' I hear you say. It's tough being a male slave, but someone's got to do it and it might as well be me. So, I spent the best part of the day doing my animal manly bit, and no stone was left unturned.

As things subsided, I could see my efforts had been appreciated, so when bedtime approached I felt a sense of ease and safety. Alas, once again I had failed to read the situation accurately. As I entered the bedroom she smiled sweetly at me and I smiled back, then she uttered the immortal but dreaded words ' fetch me the strap on '. I smiled, the type of smile you make when you know all is lost but you don't want to show it. So being the obedient slave that I am I of course complied.

There was much relief when it was over, unfortunately, at 7am I was unceremoniously put to use again. I was too tired and too sore but that's not really relevant when you are a slave (though it did mean I missed getting to the gym which made me stroppy).

I still find being on the receiving end of this painful and totally humiliating act very difficult, although it has been happening very regularly over the last four years. I do not enjoy it, if I did it would probably not happen.

There have been a few occasions when the feeling has not been unpleasant and in a strange sort of way I do occasionally miss it when it has not occurred for a short while. Perhaps I miss the humiliation, which since becoming hers is something I now find strangely addictive.

MT is a voracious lover, with a huge appetite and none more so than when she is utilising a bottom.She shows little mercy (apart from any injury) and pursues one orgasm after the other until she is sated. This often leaves me totally exhausted and more than a tad 'uncomfortable'.

Early on in our relationship, after I had made a negative comment about such usage she told me that to not be sore was a privilege and proceeded to give me a lesson to that effect. I was used every day, sometimes several times a day for a whole month. Although the use was limited to one month, the recovery period was an additional six weeks, the lesson was learned and I have never repeated the mistake.

Postscript; Did I forget mention that my right buttock appears to be bleeding rather a lot. I must have slipped on something sharp.