I am slave 465.
I am just an object, just a hole for amusement.
One of the only ways to remind her of her place is to strip her of her identity, objectify her by making an it, an object. Master James has constructed a rugged pair of boxes for His slaves head and torso to minimize her down to a couple of holes. As she is stripped of her sight and most of her hearing she goes deep within herself while the focus is shifted heavily to the trust she has given to her Master. The feeling of helplessness and shame comes over her as she is dragged around by her feet and put into different vulnerable positions that leave her holes wide open for both pain and pleasure. The slightest touch with her senses heightened makes her jump while the adrenaline builds. What good is a hole if it is not used? No good at all.. But I must admit. Even her holes seem to have a personality of their own. - Sensualpain.com
