Who would have thought that when it was all over and he asked “how do you feel?” my answer would be “relieved” as the welts on my ass and lower back burned and my face, tits, and pussy ached from his harsh slaps. Last night I was so overwhelmed with emotion and sensation that I had no idea how to let it out. I cried, and laughed and came over and over as he bit down on my tits and rammed his cock in my ass. He called me a whore. He watched me suck off two complete strangers before I took his cock through that dingy hole in the wall. He reminded me of my place in this relationship as a pet. A servant. A means to simply obey in order to give him absolute pleasure. He pushed and pushed me through pain until I was near blacking out. He stripped away all dignity and pride only to give it back to me ten times over. It all happened so fast that I’m having a hard time sorting the night into a coherent sequence of events, and just see little snapshots flashing by. Me choking on his cock. Bowling at the bar. The belt screaming through the air and cutting into my flesh. His cock slipping in and out of my ass so easily it was like I had been this whore all my life. His hands slapping me so hard my body shook. Me begging for more pain even though I didn’t think I could take another touch. Talking in the car about how being a glory-hole mouth made me feel. Being commanded to never be self-conscious again. Being commanded to my knees and fucked hard down my throat until I was choking and felt helpless. And in the end.. I felt relieved. I feel grateful. I feel like I’m finally able to give him something I thought I never would see. I feel loved and adored and lusted and absolutely beautiful.