A Glorious End

I mean less than nothing to you. A mere toy for your amusement. You delight in my suffering and the more flagrantly you use me, the more you humiliate me with utter impunity, the more devilishly aroused you become. I am helpless in the presence of your power, and in your evil clutches I shudder in terror. Through my mind run the words: you are beautiful, you are goddess, you are all-powerful, you are the sun, the moon, and the stars, you are my torturer, my executioner. I love you with a love greater than all the mortal world can summon. All for you, my Black Queen, Empress of the Universe. But these are only thoughts. I don't dare speak for fear of your furious wrath. Infinite gesture of grace, you fuck my brains out while actually allowing me to touch your velvet, ebony skin. Such a gift is incomprehensible to me. Now my fear increases ten-fold at the thought of the price I may be required to pay in return for your benevolence. Your hot, delicious smile and wicked laughter send me into strange mental spirals before you at last lower your full, gorgeous breasts down over my face, giggling mischievously as you cut me off from the breath of life. My body writhes in reflexive survival-spasms as you smother me mercilessly, but my struggle is short. I hear the ecstasy of your cumming as I drift toward the void, and for reasons completely unknown to me I am permitted to know that I gave you pleasure through my ultimate devotion and surrender. I am at peace.