Wanton Slut

[Originally written on November 8th 2020]

I just want to start by thanking you once more. Waking up to such an elaborate task was an exhilarating way to start the day, I loved it! A beautiful reminder of the power and control you have over me.


The sessions themselves are a real delight – I recall Project Trance-Formation when it was new (or at least new-ish) and it fascinated me completely! All these files that were designed to work together OR alone?! And they absolutely didn’t suffer for that – each one is such an intense look at its specific subject, such a deep, deep dive that it feels like I’m completely immersed in you. Your voice, your thoughts, your words, your will – I’m surrounded on all sides. But it wasn’t just all of that which drew me to them in the first place, and continues to do so today. It’s the fact that they all seem so… real? It’s a little hard to describe, but I think there’s a line in Dismantled about not wanting this to just be a fantasy – and that’s exactly how I feel.

And… well, it isn’t really a fantasy any more, is it?


Have you broken me down and remade me as your ideal slut, who needs to be bossed about and told what to do? Absolutely.
Am I addicted to pleasure (which you have so thoughtfully redefined as pleasing you), so much that I can’t stop from thinking about it? Definitely.
And am I aching to have my sluthole filled and stretched by your thick strap-on? Constantly.


I simply am your slut, now. There’s no way around it.
Non-sluts just don’t do the things I do so gladly for you – they don’t lap up the pre-cum they milk from their own prostate, don’t bind their ankles and hump the pillow like a horny little puppy. Given myself a facial, busted my own balls, jerked off in the work bathroom – inscribed your name on my slutty dick! And all because it would please you.

I am your obedient slave, your worshipful property, your conscious object. I am your slut, Mistress Charlotte, and I exist for your pleasure.


Which is why I can so shamelessly say that I fucking love it! Honestly, I live for seeing you send a new task my way, feeling the blood rush to my face as I realise that one way or another, I AM going to do whatever you just instructed. But it’s more than that, of course – sending tribute and gifts when you’re busy, knowing that they will bring a smile to your face (and possibly a little excitement, at the control you have over me) is an absolute joy to me. Having little chats about everything and nothing, knowing that as soon as you call me that which I am – slut, slave, object – my mind will just be gone, exposing the true slut brain beneath. Every moment spent in your presence is truly bliss, Mistress – I really was born to serve you.


Because you made me.
And I.
Love.
It.

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