Cultivating devotion to my Master is something I mention quite frequently. One of the many ways the effort to do so has rewarded me, is the state of constant sexual desire I am in for Him. I can always feel the devotion inside of me, pulsing underneath everything else. It repeatedly builds up a flood of desire through me. I get entranced by the feeling, and it sends an electrical current jolting through me, igniting my cells and heating my blood and flesh until I am overcome with the need to worship Him inside and out, to be used by Him for His sexual pleasure, to beg Him to allow me to serve Him..
Devotion and desire can run to surprising depths, and when they combine I find them an irresistible, arousing and mesmerizing force that fills me with indescribable passion. My body is constantly on fire, and always I am wet and ready for Master's use and pleasure. As I continue to cultivate this state of devotion, I will be curious to see where it leads. Can the state of arousal possibly extend further? Can it really go deeper?
“Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace... but we would be hollow... Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead.”
~Joss Whedon
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