Just a wip, i am asked to expand on this and write more about these things.

[Doe]

Today i did some kink studies again for an artist i know so long. It was new doing it on teams, with only two onllookers, but also very comforting as it felt somehow less humiliating. And i know humiliatiing it would be posing for this very artist. I realized a long time ago that the only real reason im doing this is love. None other. I endured so much for this person who in return helped me so much. We are locked into a dance of love and submission, the only one i would ever accept like this. 

He again loves to watch me suffer, but its the love that makes it bearable. He loves to recall the stories from when we started out, he basically picked me up from the dirt because i had looks and i quickly made an impression on his flock. He still mentions the salad server. I posed a lot for live nude sessions with some of his kink artists and i had to often kneel for long hours with my ass help up. They laughed that, and they would insert everything in me over the evening that even barely resembled a penis, big or small, preferably for them bigger. 

One extremely dislikeable artist one day while i was kneeling like that without even someone drawing fucked me with a salad server. She stood there, looking amused at me and seeming deep in thought. Then she left, and came back with a salad server. Hold this, she said and started giving me slaps on the ass. I know that procedure so much, its usually the foreplay for inserting something by applying a creative use to something that was not meant to be inserted in me, let alone to the stop. She stretched my asshole and ***d the drawer in. It did really hurt, but i am used to people enjyoing just that. So i kneeled with some people coming into the room with the device inserted, and i started breathing harder due to the ***. Embarrassingly because i tend to always move things very vivid when inserted in my anus the server started to clap, it made a noise like a nut cracker, because the things have these edges where they cling to the other fork part, creating a sound. So i kneeled now there with them laughing while my anus started creating a rythm with the tool penetrating it. 

I was used to *** due to my life, but that was really much even form me. Althoug i saw Ben enjoyed the spectacle, so i knew i had to go on with it. I at least got recognized by some other artitsts i would pose for later by having a high *** threshold and an extremely talented anus. I had to perform with the server quite often afterwards, despite hating the device. I had done it and there was simply no other one whoud could do something like that while once keeping a rythm and second bearing the ***, because these things after an hour are extremely ***ful in the anus.