Giving 

Always giving 

Sacrificed my entire existence to pleasure my master 

Feeling the clutch, the pressure…

Sometimes a brief use

An abuse 

Sometimes an adventure i am taken on… still constant pressure, that pressure… 

It feels as if a grip of my existence, a pressure from all angles… like gravity…

From the tips of my feet i can feel freedom, grounding freedom as the air brushes by, or i make contact with the earth, even if broken by modern attire.

I am abused, washed, dried and tossed to the side… 

Until needed again… 

Such is my existence. 

The existence of… 

A butt plug.