Sir likes to strap my arms together and bend me over on the bed… he gives me a pillow to hold because he’s a kind master. He will hold my hips still as he rubs the head of his cock against my pussy, the pussy the is dripping wet, the pussy that belongs to him. After teasing my pussy lips and my clit, he begins to slide his cock inside, slowly, so slowly. I whimper because it’s such a tease; I wish he would just slam his cock into me and begin to pound, but he is my Sir and if he wants to tease me slowly, I will hold my hips still, place my trust in him and submit.
“…you are fighting tears. Why? I’ve fucking unloaded on you, and I can see you choke them back. You moan, you cum like a fucking animal, you plead and take what I throw at you - but you won’t let yourself cry. YOU SHOULD BE SOBBING LIKE A FUCKING SMALL CHILD YOU CUNT…and you beg for more? You challenge yourself by challenging me…what is this deamon inside you…afraid to be truly vulnerable? Surrender? Scarring of a past lover?
What are you fighting...”
