The most exquisite pleasure isn't just in the obvious places. This morning, I had the profound realization that my Master's fingerprints are my favorite accessories - the faint bruises on my hips from being pulled into position, the red marks on my tits from his demanding grip, the soreness in my scalp from when he used my hair as a handle. Each mark feels like a personal signature claiming what's his. My genius dropout brain now finds its highest purpose in anticipating which part of my body he'll decide to use next. Today's challenge: see how many times I can make him cum using only my mouth before he gets impatient and fucks my ass instead. The liberation of being someone's perfect, willing object never gets old.