The outcome wasn't that terrible anyway, at least for me. i was merely told by my Owner to lick a very large dildo and stick it up my ass, which i promptly did. While i kept fucking i didn't say a single word, but my Owner laughed out loud at our predicament, and how pathetic it was to abuse us both at the same time.

This laughter pierced my brain like a sharp dagger, and it stay with me for the next hours, echoing in my tortured mind.

But it was thanks to it that i understood something that my owner had tried to put in me, day after day, since we met: The fate of a slave doesn't matter so much as it is the reason behind such fate. And that is merely because we slaves are born to obey. And to be ready to be used and abused, at any moment notice, is our only goal in life.

In a similar way than our dominant Tops, we obtain the key to our freedom thanks to the filth we release when we can, at last, express our nature. Any chance to satisfy the wishes of our Tops is a precious chance to justify our existence, and as such we have to be immensely grateful to them.

Yes, that laugther from my Owner told me all that, and in a way it was through its care-free, evil tones that i experienced the greatest abuse of all since i serve my O/owners. That laughter was the last bit of abuse that i needed to take in order to feel just a turd, not even a animal and even less a human, and degrade myself for ever, just as my O/owners have intended all this time.

Yes, T/they're really good, my O/owners.

pp