You're gonna be sitting on my lap, letting me grope you and undress you. You're conscious and very aware of what I'm doing to you as my hands enjoy your body, as you enjoy my possessive touch.
You're mine.
And I'm yours.
But I'm not only yours, and you know that.
You're reminded of that as I grab your face and make you watch the screen.
Rubbing and stroking you while we watch another video of another pet pleasing themselves for me.
They moan and call my name as their eyes and head are thrown back, two fingers shoved in and out of their fuckhole.
My fingers slide in and out mimicking their motion.
They call me master, they plead and moan and you see how sexy they look, lost in the mindless pleasure of my control.
They have surrendered just like you did.
And you can't control your voice as you moan and plead and call me master, mimicking their mannerisms.
Softly, I ask into your ear, "what is it you want, pet?"
And your mind, lost in the pleasure, tries to find an answer. Do you want my cock? Do you want to cum? What is the most pleasing answer you can give? No...
"I want to lick them, master," you whimper and moan as you watch them in that video squirm and beg.
You want to be like them. You want to be them.
More than porn.
You were made to please, made for pleasure.
They repeat their mantra and you echo it.
"made to please, made for pleasure,"
My pleasure. Your pleasure. Their pleasure.
"Soon," I whisper into your ear, before I fuck you in earnest and the video loops again, every day breaking a little bit more.

















