It is my instictual and utmost desire to please my Mistress and help my Mistress be pleased. Any way I can possibly think of
or She takes the liberty to use me in.
I wish I could do this, sometimes like a traditional man pleases his ordnarty woman. However, I am no man
and She is curtainly no ordnary woman. Sometimes I look through Her pictures or at Her writings and I feel
so inferior that I fear there is not a single thing I could do except allow Her to humilate me, stay out of Her way,
and pay enough attentiion to the details of Her finer things that She has surrounded Herself with that I could purchase Her weekly flowers
better than any individual on earth.
I ALWAYS thought there is certainly nothing She could use my worthless cock for other than a tool of reward/punishent and an object
on display or concealed in Her presence to serving as a reminder of Her superiority and ability to have anything She desires.
And suddenly... an idea came along. A way I could have my cock please and actually, TRUELY use my pathetic cock to sexually please my
Mistress. After 100 more days of not cumming my tummy feels so bottled up that I have bloating, mood swings, am constantly heartbroken
by the littlest things, and constantly worried about my skin and home space staying fem and tidy. And my shrunken member is SO SENSITIVE.
I can handle 10 strokes erect until my core starts twitching.
I know that Mistress Sky loves to please a bull any way She feels, anytime She wants, in front of anybody She chooses.
I know fellatio is critical in pleasing a bull, just from reading and watching it happen on a few occasions. It drives them
to a hightened level of energy, a primal hypnotic state, prepared to do anything they must to obtain what is rightfully theirs.
Like the hunter at the call of the chase-begining to tune out the feeling of the ground under their feet;the sounds
of the surrounding enviorment; the taste of the air; the entire world. The race is on and the kill is already
secured.
It's mearly time the games be played ;dances be danced;songs be sung. To end on the highest fucking note possible.
To witness this would be the closest thing I could ever be to having sex with my Mistress. Even if She walked up with Her gorgeous legs and laid the lips of Her divinity
around the tip of my miserably inadequate cock; fucked it as hard as She could until I exploded.
I would still not be pleasing Her sexually even a fragment-even if She truly desired it. Though, She would never be foolish enough to.
Even a Goddess that can have anything She desires can not make my insufficient penis pleasurable.
To be accepted as an item and body into Her ritual would be my
greatest honor and deepest automatic completion. Every preconceived notion of being anything other than what I am right there
in that instant would perish, desintegrate in the inferno of reality that is Her world.
The sacred ritual that is HER world-my perfect and voluptuous Goddess Sky. To be on Her mind;in Her heart;seen in Her eyes;and felt on Her skin;
to contribute to the femanine smells that fill the atmosphere as Her bull's frenzy realizes actuallity.
in a moment so flawless............................ the thought of it is worth a lifetime of fantastical reverie.
And I think I may have rubbed my pitiful cock dreaming of the almighty Sky just enough to do that.
