I want to feel low

I will be honest,this isn't a story, this isn't really even a poem. It's just what I decided to jot down. What was in my mind....

I want to feel that shame, the red burning blush of humiliation spread across my cheeks as I kneel before my camera realizing that I have lowered myself to this point. I want to feel the raw pit form into my stomach as I look at the twisted satisfied smirk and the stiff cock pressing against it's fabric barrier on the screen.

I want his cruel words to tear at me, telling me not who but what I am, what I am good for and then telling me to do another painful demeaning task before him to show I truly understand my place is below him.

I crave their brutality, the group whose eyes watch my disgraced body react for them. My actions carrying out their wishful commands for their amusement. I want to feel that mortification from their laughter at my pathetic attempts to please.

Bring down your filthy boot and crush my dignity, morality, self-respect, and self-worth. Bring me down to where I belong, I am your toy, your game, your object.


~ BigSammy 3/17/2013 ~