My dream Master

My previous Master died a few years ago and now I spend all my time craving a new, harsher Master. 
I'm literally soaked as I think how he will  keep me collared and bound in his chains. How he will punish me when my service is less than the perfection he demands. How he will walk in the door still wearing his police uniform and take me brutally, rough and hard, without even unchaining me from the bed he left me on when he went to work. How he keeps me for his and his friends pleasure, how he gets harder as I scream as they repeatedly use me and hurt me.
Irl dominant men like this, in uniform, have always been my weakness but here in Sydney, Australia they seem to be invisible. Without a Master like that I'd rather be alone