Just a gimp
A journey of a girl becoming just a gimp. As her Master objectifes her nullifying everything that makes her human. Using pain, humiliation, extreme brain washing and isolation. It is just a gimp now. It has no identity. No past or future. This is its life. It will live for Him as a faceless void living in endless darkness. it obeys. It worships. it suffers. it is His punching bag and torture device. it has no will no choices or decisions. It purpose is to serve Him and His cock. There is no return to a normal life for it. It no longer can be human. It is now less.... a worth less fuck thing... Less then even a sub creature. Fuckmeat, fuck puppet, fuck object... Just holes in a suit. And for it, this is the a joyful life one it was born for.
Love of a gimp
It never understood romantic love. it wasn’t human enough.. It didn’t crave love. It knew it definitely didn’t deserve love. To be loved you needed to be someone. It wasn’t. It was a hole meant to be filled by His cock. How could someone love a hole. Something so much less than even a sub creature. An empty suit. A puppet.
It felt love for Him. A worshipful and sacrificial love so deep that it needed to give everything to Him. To erase itself on His alter. It needed to love Him and be given no love in return. Only then could its love be true. A pure and unselfish love that demanded nothing and needed nothing,
It had given up everything for this love, it’s name, identity, family and friends. Its sight as He kept in darkness, most sounds as He blocked its ears. It’s clothes except for the gimp suit and corset. Most taste except for cum and gruel. All choices including freedom to move. It was always chained, caged or restricted in some way. Speech, only rarely was it allowed to talk. Ownership of its body. He used it, modified it and showed others to use it at His will.
And this love had meant continuous and endless pain. As He took endless pleasure in its agony and it had to please Him.
True and beautiful one sided love.