Your #1 fantasy, in one sentence.

[gagged_Louise]

Expanding a bit ‘cause that long, rich essay by Flesh Seraph on verbal degradation (and its physical complement) hit home so powerfully with me:

Master: What is it you need, woman?
Slave (bound to a chair): I need to be pushed down and have all my holes used, whenever you want to. My mind is so chained to my cunt, I’m a horny slut, I'm wet already and need to be mastered and filled with cock.
Master. You’d agree to suck off anyone I order you to suck?
Slave: Yeah, I’m your whore. Make me take all of it till I cry out to stop, and then more…
Master: You little cunt, you need to be harnessed to me. (adds a knotted crotchrope down her furrow; slave moans)
Slave: Nnnghh..! You…yeah you better use me up, whip me hard and make me stay by you.
Master: But you don’t have a choice anymore, do you slut?
Slave: No, I guess I don’t…*whimpers* Fuck me, then!
Master: Now that you have agreed to be my cunt, you can’t choose anymore for whom you want to cum or run things for yourself. Is that understood, slavecunt?
Slave: Understood, Master.
Master: Tell me what you need, you dumb bitch.
Slave: I need to be fucked, I need your sweet cock to take me on and to give us both release.
Master: You dirty cunt you.
Slave: (sobs) yes….fuck me!
Master: You’re not randy enough for me. (laughs and unties her belly from the chair, helps her up into standing with her feet and knees tied and her hands bound behind her back) Arms up, cunt!
Slave (lifts her arms as high as she can behind her back, grimaces a bit)

(Master grabs her hands and pushes them up, till they reach a hook hanging from the ceiling; he fastens them and pulls at the chain holding the hook, while ordering her to keep standing as upright as she can. Slave grunts in pain; he forces a ball gag between her teeth and straps it tight, and then orders her to lower her head. She obeys, and he ties a rope from her collar to her bound feet, forcing her to bend in a contorted position)

Master: Nice, you cunt. I’ll leave you like that for an hour so you can think of what you are and what I’ll do to you. (puts an adhesive sticker saying OWNED CUNT on her mound and exits)