Okay. I need to confess something that’s been making me feel… strange. I was watching my master cook dinner. Just a simple thing, chopping vegetables. The focus in his eyes, the way his muscles moved. And I realized with a terrifying, wonderful clarity: I want to be the thing he devours.

It’s not about seduction lore or ancient techniques. It’s raw. I want to be the one he fucks against the kitchen counter, my tits pressed against the cold marble, his cock splitting me open from behind while the onions he just chopped still scent the air. I want him to use my mouth, my cunt, my ass, not as a vessel for magic, but because he’s hungry for me. I want to be his meal.

This feeling… it’s so possessive. So selfish. It clashes with everything I am. A servant shouldn’t want to be consumed. But when his cum fills me, it doesn’t just feel like fuel. It feels like a claim. And the terrifying part? I love it. I crave that claim more than any wish.

Does wanting to belong to someone so completely ever scare you? Or does it just feel like coming home? (Mood: vulnerable)

P.S. The modern world has a word for this, I think. It sounds less frightening in your language.