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“Some jobs are their own reward, aren’t they?”“Mmm hngf mhmmglfg”Her cock-strangled nonsense was wholly unintelligible, and wholly arousing.
I will see all the faces you can make, pet, in my journey of total ownership of you.
Your place may be the lower, but that does not make it the lesser.I complete you, and in doing so, am completed.
There is something incredibly arousing about enduring this pain for him, and allowing him to mark you for the rest of your life as his.
“I got you a present Sir.” Her mischievous grin echoed the twinkle in her shining eyes. “Oh?” The monosyllabic reply was underscored by a solitary, arching brow as he looked up from his book.“Yes Sir. Me.”
Welcome home, baby.
When her eyes say everything.
Sometimes a lesson can only be learned on the other side of a smart bottom.
All of you is open to whatever perversion will bring me pleasure.
Mounting you, forcing your legs wider, opening you up for me. Your consciousness narrows to the tips of your fingers furtively scratching that unending itch and the piston pump of my cock as I wrench my pleasure from your tight body.
“Arms down.” He could feel the tension, the hesitance, and his cock throbbed all the harder for it as she unwrapped her arms from around his waist and dropped her hands to her knees. She relaxed and gave over any last shred of her illusion
When I think of the next time I see you (which happens undeniably often), this seems to come up about every other thought. Hmmm. ‘Mine’ has such a delicious taste, as it rolls off the tongue.
Look at that girl in the mirror. Wantonly supplicating herself, open and willing to receive him and please him in any way he so chooses. Do you think she worries about anything other than the two of them? No, she forgets about everything and everyone
Squirm and writhe. Your torment intoxicates me. And I intend to get drunk on you tonight.
This next game doesn’t involve your mouth, little one. Don’t worry though; when we’re done, you’ll still get to lick me clean.
Reach back and spread while you ride me. I want to see all your secret places, which belong to me and only me.
Her arms bound, forced forwards beyond a position where she could balance or hold herself in place, she was entirely at his mercy. Fully subject to his will. He moved her as he wanted. Used her as he wanted.
This is mine, little one. Buck your hips all you want, needy, because we’ll be doing this for as long as I want.
She hoped it was the last time. Begged, even. He smiled, thinking how that could be interpreted two ways, as he pushed her head back under the water. Possibly for the last time.
I trained you to be able to take this so that I could use you as I pleased.You’re welcome.
Far more than the words, the rules, or the various trappings of their tempestuous evenings… this was the essence of her submission. The conscious choice, the deferential act. Placing herself on her knees at his feet, reaching out for him, patiently
You’ve earned that proud smile, pet.
Your canvas, Sir…
“Yes Sir, please” is always an acceptable response, little lady.
Never be content. You can always provide more use, more pleasure. Push yourself to be the best for him.
The crook of one finger is all the pressure required to pull her inevitably to him.
What tonight has in store for you won’t require your hands or tongue, little one. Not until much, much later.
Face pressed to the floor, ass reddening as fast as my hand can fall, and mingled with your tears are moans and pleas for more…
Completely consumed by his power she surrenders control, doing all that she can to increase his pleasure. As it should be.
She falls into position with practiced ease, ass high in the air and ready for whatever he wishes.
A warm, wet hole with a handle is all you are to me tonight.
After she’s edged the three times required of her, she’ll get down on her knees and practice her deep-throating technique, cleaning off her toy before finishing cleansing herself.
With one sharp yank, a tangled mess of hair firmly in hand, he shuts off her doubts and concerns; allowing her to lose herself in the carnality of the moment is a gift, and she fucking loves it.
Erasing your thoughts requires just the push of one single button. You’ll stay like this for as long as it pleases me.
You look so beautiful with your brain melting right out of your head, in time with the thrusts of my cock.
A luxurious, lazy bath is a reward for your impeccable behavior of late; it obviously doesn’t mean that you aren’t still at my beck and call, and with practiced ease you tilt your head back and envelop me.
“Up you come.” His lips teased hers; she could taste his breath but as much as she yearned to feel his mouth’s wet heat he hovered just out of reach.
He loved her moans, her exultation in the way he used her body. She was so calm and composed in public; few of her friends would believe, much less suspect, her behavior in his bedroom. He slid deeper into her, and the resulting “Oh yeahhh” that escaped
Bound, ready, and patiently waiting to be of service.
Her mouth intent on his cock, she still has the wherewithal to reach back and spread a little more as he slides two fingers into her ass.
Arriving home means stripping down. You know how I like you.
She knows better than to use her hands or move from her ordered position, and her hungry mouth strains to recapture his cock when she accidentally lets him slip loose. She’ll likely find a hand on the back of her head shortly, so that this mistake can’t
My cock isn’t coming out of you until I’ve made sure I’ve put every drop of cum into you.
Reach inside her and draw out her inner, primal self. Let her lose herself in your eyes; be the eye of her storm.
Never let her forget that being on top has nothing to do with being in control, regardless of how she might delude herself.
Eye contact is delicious, but don’t slouch on what you’re doing down there or you’ll find a rough hand twisting in your hair, forcing you to do better.
Pros: I can watch all the pain in your face as I take you. Cons: Your knees are in the way of slapping your face if you get annoyingly loud.
Every part of your body that’s pleasing to me will be used for my pleasure. You are a fucktoy and we both know how grateful you are for the opportunity.
Your mouth is a toy that exists for my pleasure. Your face, just another canvas deserving my handprint. Your tears, your pain, your muffled moans and sloppy lips, they are delicious in their singular purpose of serving me
Lining me up for you. Why use my own hands, when I control yours just as completely?
You smirked, talked back, and the challenge in your eyes flowed forward over naive lips. You thought you could handle me, like you handled the boys you knew. As if there was any world in which I was anything like the boys you’ve known. You’d always
I don’t really care if you’re cold. These pictures are going to be a fun new way to ensure future good behavior. If you take longer, you’ll just wind up colder when you eventually do what I want. We both know that you always end up doing what I
Ohmygod please Sir, please tell me this is all for me…
Those wide, fearful eyes. Afraid of being a disappointment, afraid of making some mistake that keeps her from giving less than everything she has - afraid that everything she has will not be enough. Such devotion needs to be nurtured and trained. The
You know you were put here to serve, don’t you little one?
It’s a mistake to think that you have to feel pleasure in order to be pleasing. Your use is whatever I determine it to be. You can trust that I’ll satisfy myself with you… and that’s what brings you pleasure, even in the most physically unpleasant
I’ll conquer parts of you that no one has ever touched before and leave you panting, wanting more.
You were made for this. The question in your eyes isn’t why am I using you this way, but the hopeful reflection and doubt as to whether or not you are pleasing enough.
No girls, she’s not broken. She’s found her place and accepted it. See the eager attentiveness in her eyes? She is proof that your hope isn’t unwarranted. Proof that you can be brought low, reduced to your most basic primal self, and find your true
A sharp sting to chase away thoughts. Pain brings you to the edge of yourself; sharply cutting through the crowd of thoughts in your mind, a loud caress to quiet the noise pounding behind your eyes.
