She always cried, huge, wet, salty tears after every session with Him and she always thanked Him. He gave her the release she craved. Release from choice, decision, and her own will. When she was with Him, she existed to serve Him, to please Him. She was His toy, to be used, fucked, broken, and used again.

She loved Him completely. All of what she was, body, mind, and soul, she gave to Him. Maybe He loved her. Maybe He only loved using her. Maybe it was the same thing.

He would let her free of the restraints soon and she would kiss His beautiful cock and thank Him for all the pain, torment, and pleasure He’d given her.