Experiment On Me...

By: Switch Molly

You’ve grown tired of your routine sensual experiences. Everything seems so uninteresting and habitual. 

Secretly, you know that what you’ve been craving is a much darker, much more intense, animalistic approach to your arousal.

This desire to be dangerous and instinctively deviant has been taking over your thoughts and forcing you to fantasize about finding someone who shares these same obscene obsessions.

Someone to experiment with… Or, experiment on.

My head is bowed to you Master, I am sitting on the soles of my feet with my knees pressed firmly together underneath me. The palms of my hands are planted on the floor in front of me.

“Master, may I greet you?” 

Racing thoughts of wicked possibilities surge through your mind like dry lightening in a dark sky. 

Make me your pleasure slave. Help me to understand that the purpose of my mere existence is to please you. My body is yours, do with it what you will, Master. 

Electrify me with your creative cognitions. Teach me how to serve you. Claim me as your own. Use me. Experiment on me…

Administering spankings have become mundane, Sir.  

I’ve familiarized myself with the same feeling that was once my trigger to call RED and I’m desensitized to the pain.

I anticipate the intensity of your leather paddle and have grown used to the sensation of your floggers. You can tell that it’s time to push my new limits.

Force me to take more for you, Sir. Whore me out to the variety of cruelties that your many implements inflict. Make me your pain slut. 

Whip me. Cane me. Experiment on me…

I’ve been a bad girl, Daddy. Misbehaving seems to be the only thing I’ve done since our last encounter.

I’m now accustomed to your authoritarian verbal and it’s proving to be less and less effective. 

It’s clear to you that I’ve derived pleasure from your previous punishments and made you determined to find a new form of discipline that will cease this impropriety. 

Correct me, Daddy. Titilate me. Tease me, and then deny me. Experiment on me…

My ability to move has interfered with your attempts of using my body the way you’ve planned.

Repeatedly disobeying your instruction every time you tell me “stay still”, has now lost me that privilege of physical freedom. 

“No, please Master! I’m sorry! I promise I’ll stop moving!” 

But my pleas are futile to the coarse rope you tie firmly around my limbs. Held in place, I’m vulnerable, exposed, and left at the mercy of your touch… or lack thereof.

You watch me struggle and find it amusing when I try to escape, because you know I’m not going anywhere. 

Cuff my wrists together and tie them above my head. Place my ankles in your inescapable bondage and spread them widely apart, granting you full access to every inch of my body.

Make me your prisoner. Make me beg for my release. Make me your project, your experiment. Experiment on me…