Object Space
I am an object of Master’s desire. His affection and passion are poured out on me, sometimes literally. Master loves to use me as an object, be that any orifice. I am his to do as he desires and from this I get so much power. Power to submit, power to feel, power to be and allow things to happen that I would typically struggle over. When I’m Master’s whore I become just the cunt he fucks, the mouth he uses, the ass he abuses. I am those things.
When I am his object I am loved, desired, cared for and well used. It’s a very different feeling than when I’m his girl, his slut or his baby. In those times I’m a person and my opinions, thoughts and feelings matter and make a difference in how he treats me. But when I’m his object, the person in me is silenced and I am the pleasure he seeks, the pain he gives out. I am His.
Several times this weekend I was just His. I wasn’t his slut or his baby. I was never called his whore or his girl. I was just his. It’s a powerful feeling to be told to be quiet and try as hard as I can to allow him to achieve his pleasure without me and yet using me.
Seems a bit odd to write that but I really can separate myself from the action. In these moments I feel the most submissive, I feel open for adventure and experimenting and I am more willing to do things that I’d not do otherwise. He has putty in his hands.
I’ve described before that I don’t have one space I have several. Each of them serves a different purpose and allows me to feel or not feel. In object space I can put my whole self in whatever part of the body that Master wants to use. If it’s my pussy then I feel and sense everything as if my brain where down there throbbing in my clit. The rest of my is forgotten and I am Master’s pussy. He actually has to say a few words to release me from that state. I usually starts with “No talking, I just want your pussy.” I am silenced and he grabs my hair which throws me into a silent space, one where I am whatever he desires. I feel away from my body and vibrating. I am his object.
I am loved.
–luna
Tristan's pet
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mara tudor
It sounds like a very similar space when Fungiug would have me as ‘cunt.’ He’d say several phrases, telling me there was no talking and he’d ask me (usually) if I would allow him to put me in that space. (That comes from not having been in a relationship for very long.) He’d tell me that when he did -certain act- I’d be cunt and nothing more. Damn it was powerful. He’d tell me to "come back" after but it’s not quite that easy! lol
It really is an amazing place to be