I enjoy the process of its continual nullification. I love watching it struggle fruitlessly.
It is slave, gimp, doll, hucow...
Shaved head, permanent chains and high collar. Breasts leaking milk.
And most of the time bruises decorating its fresh.
Today it is choking, hung by a rope. Arms in a corset. Only chance to stand on its toes. Sinking lower means it can't breathe but gives its nipples a moment release as they feel like they are being torn off.
No escape, no mercy.
Eventually it will give up and choke and it will realise that all its decisions mean nothing. I control its fate. Its life is just a maze that always leads back to the essential truths. It is less. Nothing it does means anything except service to me.
Later I will use it, make it crawl and suck, fuck its holes without consideration then I will hood it again, it spends most of its time hooded: faceless in darkness. For it has no life outside me and my desires. I will cage it or box it till it it's needed again.
This is what it wanted, a Master who would completely objectify it.
Be careful what you wish for.