Making Love, Being Fucked, and Being Used

There are really three levels of sex in a relationship.

When a couple makes love, it is a joining of body and soul where, on an unprecedented romantic level, the two momentarily become one entwined being of passion and beauty. Interestingly, my pet and I never really feel a desire for this kind of interaction. If ever we do it is quite fleeting, which we are both somewhat thankful for.

Oftentimes I fuck her, where my animalistic, hungry lust takes over and I have my way with her, oftentimes brutally and fiercely, with no real regard for her enjoyment but to satisfy my carnal desires.

Then there's the third type...the type where she is used. Where I'm not making love to her, I'm not even establishing my dominance over her as a person nor taking out my physiological hungers in a fucking. That would require for me, in those moments, to see her as a living being.

No....in those moments she becomes less than human. I'm masturbating, but using her body to do it. Oftentimes I cover her face, and she knows in those moments she is not to speak or move unless directed to do so. Sometimes I'm even thinking of other women. Sometimes it's even her best friends. She asks me when I finish, on occasion, who it was that I fucked. I've told her truthfully every time, including when it was her best friends. The answer I receive back almost every time is a simple "did she please You?" to which I usually smile and nod.

This third type of sex is becoming moderately common with us. I enjoy it because I can fuck literally whoever I want, even calling out their names, and she enjoys it because I get pleased while she becomes an object. My pet has a profound enjoyment for becoming objectified; becoming less than human. She likes being a tool or furniture, or some such. Occasionally, while I use her, I might put a pillow over her head and let her struggle to breathe, the power rush of controlling even her breathing literally helping to get me off. When she becomes less of a person and more a thing...she finds an interesting enjoyment in this, and me personally?

Well, I know it's not about her. In fact, if it were, it would completely defeat the purpose of this relationship and undermine it's very foundation. No, it's all about me.

Me.

What I want.

I am her Owner, and she my property.

As such, I won't lie. I get off on it. A situation where I can mentally fuck anyone I want, and all that matters is that I enjoy myself. Does she find pleasure? Doesn't matter. Does she get denied the chance to cum? Doesn't matter. All that matters is what I want.

Now oftentimes I'm nice enough to permit her to cum, but not always, and she knows it's not about her. She doesn't complain. She knows that no one, not even herself, is permitted to touch her cunt ever again. Only me, at my discretion.

It's all about me and what I want, and I know what I want.

I want her.

Of course our relationship has its hiccups, like any real relationship does, but all things considered, there is no one I'd rather have at my side and at my feet. No one else makes me happy the way she can...forever my possession.