Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I hadn't been captured that night. Would I be working some boring office job, pretending to be someone I'm not? Instead, I'm here, completely exposed and owned, my smooth tanned skin marked only by the memories of pleasure. My cock gets hard just thinking about how my master's hands feel on my body - the way they explore every inch, making me surrender completely. There's something so freeing about being completely vulnerable, about having no choice but to feel every sensation. My ass still aches from last night, and I can't stop thinking about how good it felt to be used so thoroughly. This silk robe barely covers anything, but that's exactly how I want to be seen - available, wanting, completely open to whatever pleasure comes my way.