I quite like my arse. It’s not in bad shape, I don’t have too much cellulite, and it gives me something comfy to sit on.
Master C loves my arse. It has, according to Him, the perfect consistency for squeezing, and He does that at every opportunity.
I also love all the other things Master C does to my arse. From the way He grabs it, particularly in public; a gratuitous display of affection, to the way He spanks it with me bent over his knee. From the way He abuses it with His belt or cane or lash; leaving stinging red welts that make it painful to sit afterwards, to the way He fucks it; hard, rough and without mercy.
My arse is frequently used and abused. It faces regular spankings, paddlings and thrashings when I transgress against Master C’s discipline. It gets fucked regularly as Master C uses me as His filthy little slut. “The Other Guy” also has a penchant for giving my arse a thorough pounding with his cock, and Master C often invites other members of our “sharing circle” to spank, thrash and/or fuck it.
There is something about the coarseness of good, hard, harsh buggering that ticks so many of my “fuck yeah!” boxes. It makes me feel used, it can be deliciously degrading when accompanied with appropriately degrading language, slaps and hair pulling, it confirms my position as Master C’s filthy slut.
But, for all that I love having my arse used and abused, I also love that gets squeezed and caressed by Master C in frequent spontaneous displays of affection.
Arses are extremely versatile, and are certainly not just for sitting on.