There is just something about that word. I love used books. I have only ever owned a used car. I can get behind garage sales and auctions that sell used items. To me it has a sense of being loved by another and merely looking for a new home. But that’s not kinky.
And I am not the only one. I enjoy reading the various posts from bloggers where they discuss being used. There is always a sense of joy in their writing that I live vicariously through. A sub or slave retelling an evening or scene being used is rarely a negative experience. Even those being used as a whipping post or urinal often writing about the amazing feeling and erotic nature of the event. I once remember reading a post from a sub who spent her evening being a living ashtray. She had to balance cigars of her Master and two of his friends on her back. Her description of the arousal she felt from the possibility of being burned almost made forget that I hate pain (especially burns, because ouch) and tell Sir to pull out his pipe again.