slave 25.09.
you on the floor, on your knees, with your back against My bondage rack. your ankles slung uncomfortably over its second rung up and bound. your arms pulled roughly behind your back and bound together in cuffs at the wrists, at the elbows, in as straight a fashion as possible, and attached to the fourth rung of the rack. Once I have your body in this awkward jutting crescent your face will be forced forward to witness all your despicable shame, and to face freshly and without restraint (ha!) all My glorious, wanton unmercy.
I will mark your body up like a pig to be slaughtered.
I will drape a burlap sack over you and leave you for hours. you won’t know if I am there watching, taking pleasure in My handiwork, or if I merely strung you up to put you in your place so that I could go about My terribly more important business. you will catch a whiff of My scent and be infinitely shamed at your incompleteness as a person, at your need for Me to exist as a superior entity in order to give you a reason to go on living. you cannot exist without Me. I have made you. Without Me you are nothing, a purposeless void; with Me you are the néant at last made use of – you give your wretched body up to a divine purpose.
My divine purpose.
