With all genuine and due respect, may I presume Your pleasure to be Your prime concern? If so, pain inflicted on me, but not enjoyed by me, will be the fulfilment of Your sadistic desire alone. I am a third-gender faggot. Despite and still, my world is matri-central. My limp clittie of a dicklette has never fucked anyone. Blessed, or cursed, though, with the confirmed psychological inability to entertain the notion and the emotion of fear, pain is not accompanied by fear. My awe of You will be real, sensual, live, living, thriving; and expression of my devotion, my adorations my worship of You as a woman, as a mistress, as a goddess.

Much of my life, I believed life to be a continual romance with pain; pain, not self-inflicted, but granted in response to obsession, my only governing principle. After years of preparation, my father fucked me for the first time, full insertion, on my seventh birthday. I had been begging for it. In preparation for that event, fascination with my boycunt came very early, and with it delight in my own eliminations, pee and shit. That allure has captivated me all of my life, to the extent that, now, the consumption of pee and shit is perhaps my greatest passion, my most sublime joy.

I have shared all of this with You in response to Your 'preclaimed', proclaimed intent to abuse. Abuse, though, when welcomed, can hardly be termed abuse. I cannot be humiliated. I cannot be shamed. In my intelligence superior to most men, I have deemed total submission to You as divinely inspired, divinely ordained. A vast surrender is my only strength, a strength in which You, too, may only benefit. As Your sex and toilet slave, I will gladly receive whatever You offer – yes, offer, for it will not, never, be deemed punishment – the dirtier, the nastier, the more filthy, the better.

Use of my holes by You as you wish will be gratuitously accepted, perceived as gifts from my Goddess-Mistress-Muse. Whatever the exploitation of my fagcunt – with strap-ons, over-large dildos, and fists – my pleasure. The frosting on any cake You bake, though, will be Your pee, Your spit, Your shit, Your menstrual fluid, and, of course, any 'clean-up' following any vaginal or anal inseminations Your enjoy. A slave, at Your command, I will care for Your every need. I come to You well-practiced. My motivation will be Your service unfaltering, unrivaled, where service exceeds expectations. My reward will be Your pleasure.

I have long imagined a relationship of servitude wherein I might honour the apotheosisation of aberration. In pursuit of that ineluctable fate, abuse me with the disabuse of your every expectoration, Your every elimination. Aside from all else that You desire of me in observation of Your female domination of my inferior gender, after I have licked and tongued your delectable butthole, take me as Your toilet, pee and shit in my mouth, and watch me savour all that has traversed the wonder of Your inimitable pre-eminence.

I am a devout disciple of female supremacy, a poet, a writer, a cockwhore, cumslut faggot. As my Mistress-Muse, You will be presented, too, the measureless worship of my words, in unflinching, mellifluous, and enspelling detail. As my Mistress-Goddess, Your open if not generous heart is requested when You are comparing me and those who are the perfection of order; me, an I who mine is for the courage no other to be, as I explore the farthest reaches of the extreme, bounty’s enormous land all fetish, infatuation, mania. Though not woman, not man, either, and not Your enemy, I want to present to You strange mighty lands where flowering mystery surrenders itself to the takers, where new fires are and colours unseen, phantasms by the thousands weightless, which need to be given reality. Where time is to banish to call back, discipline my battling always at the limits of limitlessness and tomorrow, discipline my errors, discipline my sins.

Abiding by a fierce dedication which will never be forsworn, I have ventured here, begging Your indulgence and Your forgiveness, to share with You my heartfelt yearnings. Were I to deny them, I would be unworthy of Your Queenship, Your dominion. In closing here, then, hereinafter forever at Your bidding, as You will have me, bowed, on knees alone or hands and knees, on back or prostate, receiving Your abuse as blessing, my only prayer, at Your most pleasured convenience, the eminent ecstasy of Your fond befouling. Needless, too, to implore, call me what You wish, however repulsive, for it will be my due, a salve upon my wounds. 

I await Your direction.