The Privilege of Suffering

From the second we first meet, “your” body isn’t yours anymore, it’s mine. And I’ll put it to use however I please. 

You get no say in your treatment when you’re with me. I know what you need and when you need it.   Everything I need to know about you is revealed through how you move, act, and react. You give yourself away by merely existing.

Amuse me. Humor me. Bring me joy, through both your resilience to the pain I inflict upon you, as well as your undying willingness to serve your Mistress properly. You’ll be dragged headfirst into the shadows, and emerge an improved version of yourself by the time you stagger back out into the light. 

You’ll be grateful the entire time you undergo the punishments I deem necessary for your growth. You won’t be able to brace yourself during your beatings. The only warnings you’ll get are the sharp whistles of my implements as they cut through the air, a split second away from striking your bare flesh. Bound and blindfolded, you’ll never see me coming. You’ll be thanking me after each slap. After each minute you’re caged. Everything I put you through is for your own good. You know this. 

How badly will you bruise today? Will you be lucky enough to feel the telltale sting of raw skin as you slip your clothes back on? Consider how blessed you are to bear my marks. Consider how blessed you are to have the privilege of suffering at my hands.

-Mistress Ava