"See you next Monday, bitch"

As every Monday, I know well what I must do: cut my hair very short, wax my body so that not a single hair is left, and clean my colon thoroughly. I leave the office at 6 and I have to be standing at the door of the temporary shelter in Belgrano C at 7, where HE is going to use me, like every Monday. Before leaving the office, I have to put on the buttplug, to arrive well dilated.

Waiting for him at the door is always very humiliating. It's been two years since I've been "his Monday whore" and it's so humiliating. To top it off, I have to wait for him standing, with my hands behind my back and looking at the floor. People pass by, look at me, and smile. Of course, HE never arrives at 7. I know he takes pleasure in mortifying me. And he really succeeds. When HE arrives, I am an emotional wreck. Without greeting me, he enters the hotel and waits for me to pay. In the hotel, they already know me: I'm the Monday whore.

The MASTER is incredibly creative. No Monday is the same. Sometimes he just wants to unload and uses me for ten minutes, but sometimes he uses me to release and punishes me fiercely for two hours. Sometimes I am "his bitch" and sometimes I am "his whore". Sometimes it's all about fisting and he seeks to penetrate me deeper and deeper. Sometimes he experiments with electrical devices that he brings and that are really capable of breaking anyone. Sometimes he comes with some of His Friends. Sometimes he doesn't come and sends Another Man, sometimes Two Men, whom I don't even know. Sometimes HE has come with a friend to watch national team games on TV, while I suck them.

Always raw. "Whores are always fucked raw," he tells me. Whether they fuck me from behind or in my mouth, I always have to swallow the cum. "Come here, whore, drink all the milk." I always thank him. The MASTER's cum and His Friends' cum is my greatest reward. I would be willing to endure ten times what they make me suffer and be degraded ten times as much as they degrade me just to feel Their orgasms inside me and that sticky sensation of semen on my lips and in my throat.

My MASTER's Friends call me "the cocksucker", "cocksucking whore". It's humiliating but at the same time it makes me feel proud, and proud (the MASTER tells me all the time that I'm not a man). HE trained me hard to suck and to be deep-throated, and I really know that my mouth gives a lot of pleasure. I feel them shudder, tremble, and growl as they ejaculate in me. On one hand, I wish I could have those wild orgasms myself, but on the other hand, I have learned to experience His orgasms as if I were the one climaxing.

After using me, I usually end up completely devastated and sore. I know I have no right to complain. It is a privilege to have been used. I have great admiration for my MASTER, for His Manhood, for His impressive Power. I would do anything for HIM, and He knows it. He shows me that I can go far beyond my limits. "Limits are meant to be broken," he told me on the first day, and he really has broken my limits.

"Until next Monday, whore".