I felt hurt when I first heard He was looking for a woman. I questioned His love for me until I heard that she must be my size exactly. I knew then that He was plotting something, a surprize. She was a template.
I was not allowed to see the building of it. I had to wonder along with all the other slaves about the construction in the south tower. When we thought we were not observed we talked of it amoung ourselves. We whispered of the seamstresses and craftsmen that were called to the tower and of the fine silks, goose down, black leather, and lumber that accompanied them. Our best clue was the new slave whose body was like my own, and that was not very revealing. Of course the Lords and Ladies of the castle didn't have to wonder. They visited regularly, obviously amused by whatever contraption was coming together there.
The same day the construction ceased my groom shaved me twice and I knew I would be used in a new way that night. She also informed me that I was to fast today. I hadn't had to fast since the night I was tested. Still, I did not fear, for I had learned well how to relax my ass for His use. And so I was groomed: washed, shaved twice, oiled, massaged and braided. Then I was blindfolded and lead up the spiraling stairs to the top of the tower.
I knew the touch of my groom as she helped position me. I was settled into a padded body hugging contour designed to keep me comfortable yet secure. My head dropped into a depression like when he wants me anonymous. He had my knees drawn up to my sides, spread wide, and strapped down, opening my hips completely. My chest was pushed up by padding under my back, my arms held down and away from my body. That was odd, for He *always* has my arms raised above my head when I'm on my back. I was guided to a knob at my right hand and told that if I got too warm turning it would cool me. I was then silenced with a word, my ass greased, and I felt softness all around me, covering me, and I ceased to exist...
I was not on the bed, or even in it as I would usually think of it. I was part of it. My naked sex flush with the mattress surface, my breasts protruding above it, I was a glory hole for His orgasm and a living pillow for His head. At least I thought it was for Him. He had never shared me, yet I knew that often slaves were make the center attraction at a party.
I felt someone climb on and spit on my sex. There was no foreplay that night. I knew from the entry and thrusting that my pleasure was not a consideration. God, my Master knows how to humiliate me! Of course, that excited me incredibly and as his teeth tormented my nipples I shuddered silently. Done with me, He slowly stilled. It dawned on me that he didn't have to roll off me to sleep, He was going to simply soften in me and sleep, still coupled. The last thing I felt before sleep was his hand cupping an exposed breast as he nestled His head.
Incredibly, He had thought of a new and different way to make me his.
Good Night.