Beyond Breaking

She began as a competitor. That was before feeling his skin, before kissing him, before fucking him.
He played her body like an instrument, making her feel every note and nuance of ecstasy that sex can bring. First the small climaxes, then the larger ones - then the mind blowing transcendental experiences.
She became his clay, his putty to mold into whatever shape. It seemed he just knew whatever she wanted - and gave it - a lot of it.
Beyond satiation, her only wish was to give back as much pleasure as he gave her. It was impossible for her and she succumbed to his slightest suggestion. His whim was her eager command.
Now, many cumms later, her mind is a blank. She’s beyond all these stages, even beyond the bimbo stage. Her mind is blank, except to feel HIM - what he does to her, what HE wants. Pleasure is in each movement, every stroke. Beyond shame, beyond force, beyond thought, beyond verbiage, she exists on a rarefied plane of consciousness.
When he finishes his last cumm, she will sink to the floor and sleep for hours. It will take her mind time to re-adjust after this experience. She is irrevocably his after this experience.