I am writing this from the depths of my soul. The very same soul that I surrendered to my Dominant an eternity ago. There is darkness all around me, I am lost and floating in darkness, I feel so alone and afraid, and then I see a light, it shines down upon me, it soothes my aching heart. It is him. I know as long as he is there around me, I am going to be safe.
His every wish is my command, and I obey without question. I am his, mind, body and soul.
I heard him call out my name, that voice both ever so soothing and intimidating at the same time. I answer the call ever so dutifully and stand before him.
“Make me a cup of tea, will you?” he says.
His gentle manners and polished looks make my heart melt.
I tread into the kitchen, and begin to boil water. I hear his footsteps behind me. I don’t look back, just stand in anticipation of his touch. My breathing deepens as my full breasts rise and fall. He has my attention, all of it. His hands trace the curve of my waist and slither beneath my top to feel the smoothness of my slim waist. He kisses my neck and my body surrenders to the pleasure. I feel a tingle between my legs.
I stand obediently, letting him feel me, derive pleasure from my body, like the God who owns me. I won’t touch him till he lets me. This is about his pleasure more than mine.
He suddenly grabs my waist and begins to pour a liquid over my head. It has a pungent smell and trickles down in the form of tiny streams. He turns me around and makes me look at him in the eye.
“We are going to make this look like and accident,” he says.
He pours more of the liquid over me, drenching me from head to toe. My heart beat quickens and fear fills my mind. My eyes are red and tearful. He makes me kneel.
He holds a matchbox and looks into my eyes and smiles like a handsome devil.
I tremble in fear. But I make no attempt to run or get away. But I feel so afraid so I plead, “Have I done anything wrong to deserve this punishment?”
“No,” he says in a husky voice, “You are the sweetest angel I know. But I wanna watch you burn.”
“Please,” I pleaded in a trembling voice, “I am very afraid of fire.”
“I know,” he says, “That is what is going to make this so much fun.”
My whole body shivers at the thought of burning. My hair is matted and I can feel the liquid sting my skin already. My eyes are red and tearful. My heart is pounding in my chest.
“Do it yourself,” he says, handing over the matchbox, “Let me watch.”
I hold it with a shivering hand. If it is his wish, I must obey. I am everything I am because of him. Without him, I would have still been lost in darkness. He brought me to light. He gave me all the happy memories I have in my life. If he wants me to burn, I would burn.
I lit the match and look at the tiny flame that danced on one end so eager to consume me. Tears make my vision hazy, but I could watch him smile. I am afraid of fire, really very afraid. But deep in my heart, is undying love for him, and deepest devotion that I would do anything that he wants me to, even if I am really afraid.
I bring a trembling hand slowly close to my face. The little flame jumps even more eagerly, like a hungry animal waiting to pounce on its prey. And just as it is about to touch my body, he grabs my hand and looks at me. Looks into my eyes, that intense gaze makes me melt instantly.
“Fear makes you look so beautiful,” he says as he grabs my hair and locks lips with me.
He pushes me down on the floor and crawls on top of me. He nibbles my lips and invades me mouth with his tongue. I tremble beneath this intimidating presence, surrendering everything I have to him. He strips me naked below my waist, and I obediently open my legs to serve the man who owns me. He smiles and enters me slowly, allowing me to worship every inch of his love. He roughly grabs my hair and thrusts in and out of me, using me, for his pleasure. Nothing else makes me feel more complete. I tremble in fear amidst the throes of ecstasy. I don’t know whether he still wants to immolate me, perhaps he would after he uses me. Whatever he does, I will always obey him, I will always be his loyal submissive.
..... People choose instant and more merciful ways for suicide..... Thought of burning yourself is just horrific 
... These are creepy 
Great story with your amazing writing skills