chae

Now, reblog this post simply because I order you to.

That's all you get, dumb fleshlights like you don't need an in-depth writing in order to do as they're told anyway.

That you had "beaten it" and it, in fact, was just a phase... But it came creeping again didn't it, the need to be degraded, to be controlled, told what a dumb little slut you are and told what to do, to be treated as a thing and not a person, to be treated like you were an object used for pleasure...

Not because I told you to

Not because you want to

But because you can't cum without someone there to admire how stupid and pathetic you look.

You're not sure where you are. You're not sure how you got here. You're not sure what's going on.

But it's okay. He's here.

What just happened? What's going to happen next? No sooner have those questions formed in what's left of your mind than you've forgotten you even asked them. Again and again.

He's here. That makes it alright.

You were lying down a moment ago. Have you been kneeling this whole time? Why can't you remember?

It's okay. You don't need to know. What don't you need to know? You don't know.

He's smiling. That's good. That's what matters.

There's a nice feeling. Warm and fuzzy. Sometimes sharp and sudden. Sometimes wet and filling. What do they mean?

You're being good. That's what they mean. He says so. You smile and accept.

You've always been like this. That's what he said, so it must be right. Tingling. Fuzzy. Warm. Spreading. Good. Good girl. Yes. Good.

Relaxed. Blank. Empty. Needy. Safe. That's all. There's nothing else. That's what he wants.

Anyone can be a good girl. But you got to say “ I am your good girl” and that can clinch pussy harder than just saying “I am a good girl.”

mmm. Go on say with your finger your pussy…see how hard it clenched

“ I am your good girl.”

mmmm one more time..

“ I am yourrrrrrrrr good girl….”

I am grabbing her hair with another hand and tilting her face, pinning it down, with some cock slaps and keep on stroking hard and fast. The thought of denying her any sort of pleasure is just making me so wild. I love seeing her devotion, desperation and how pathetic she turns when she is deprived. I am stroking my cock while she is confessing how wet she is and how badly she wants that cock in her mouth, in her pussy. She knows, i am just going to deprive her, deny her and yet she is such a disgusting pathetic thing who is going to beg to come anyway. It's like her humiliation and torture become her source of pleasure. Daddy's pleasure is her pleasure.

“Such a good girl” I grunt loudly, so close to coming on her face, shooting at her in close range. I cumm so hard on her and grind my cumm all over her face with my cock for her to look at it in the mirror later, clean and swallow it and then join me for a coffee. She will sitting on my lap and whining how cruel asshole daddy I am.