I was often naked, often forced by Preston’s command to serve him sexually wherever he chose, often punished in whatever crude scheme he could devise. I was bound often for hours and kept in a perpetual state of arousal, on the edge of orgasm after orgasm, dreamily swimming in waves of unceasing pleasure. I felt no pain or discomfort in this state—even when Preston beat me, which was often too. He was pleased with me. We sometimes giggled, played silly games of hide and seek, laughed till our sides split and f****d long and dirty in the wee hours. We slept until noon, or three o’clock in the afternoon, ate dinner at midnight under the stars, naked. Once, he chased me to the barn, captured and bound me to a post, and after beating my backside bruised, he f****d me till I screamed and he mer
