And if that makes me a whore, so be it.
It's not just when I do things he notices or not--when I do them on the chance that it might make him happy or his life easier.
It's not solely when he pushes me down so he can use my mouth, or when the collar goes on, or when he won't let me turn off the wand after I come so hard I can't see straight.
It's knowing I've done it all. That I've been utilized. That I've served a purpose for him in my day and night.
Those are the days that fill me up so he can drink me in, in whatever way he wants.
Those are the days that give me strength to share my problems and show him my darkness.
Those are the days when I live.
And if that makes me His whore, bring it on.