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At the same time, I began to take a more active role on the other end. When the Master thrust into me, I would squeeze my buttocks to hold him in a bit longer. As he pulled out, I would rotate my hips as best I could in my bound state to increase his sensations. I was no longer simply a sex toy for my Masters. I was their willing whore, using every trick I could to make them come. I suddenly had a new focus. No longer was this an experiment in pleasure for me. I had found within me the spark of submission that transcended gender and orientation. Male or female, straight or gay were no longer relevant terms. I was not their sex slave: they were my special responsibility. My purpose in life had narrowed down to this one task: to provide them pleasure. I had learned who I was: the Giver of Pleasure.