cocks are superior to us dumb cunts and we need to show our appreciation for giving us a purpose and making us feel good even when they don’t have to.

i love cocks so much and i know my place is below them and to worship them, cunts deserve to be degraded by cocks

So now when you’re desperate and shaking and you beg me to cum, I just spit in my palm and wrap my hand around my cock. And you don’t even flinch. You don’t correct me. Your eyes get heavy and your breathing changes and you watch me squeeze the base and stroke up, slow, dragging the skin tight, letting the head swell between my fingers. You watch the pre-cum bead up and spill over my knuckles and your mouth falls open a little like you can taste it. Because somewhere in that pretty rewired head of yours, this is what cumming feels like now. Watching me get myself off while you soak through the sheets next to me.

And I’m in no rush. I’ll let go entirely just to watch my cock twitch and throb on its own while you whimper like something was taken from you. Then grip it again, tighter, faster, fucking my own fist while you lie there clenching with your hips rocking in rhythm with my hand. Your body trying to sync up with what your brain says is happening to you. I can hear how wet you are every time you squeeze your thighs together. You don’t even register it. You’re too focused on my cock. On the way my stomach tenses when I’m getting close. On the way my breathing gets ragged and my grip gets sloppy and I stop performing for you and just start chasing it.

Master is finally back, My little bunny. And He's ready to tease you until you cum like the pathetic cunt you are. ♡

Pleasure becomes a normalized, everyday thing they're hooked on and an activity they look forward to as the conditioning strengthens and sets until finally having an orgasm becomes a swift certainty with the right trigger. You now wield the power to make them cum whenever you so please.

And then not using that power. Reminding and taunting them with every orgasm they give you and every time you edge them you could just make them cum. If you wanted to. After all, you had no problem making them cum over and over again to train them to be this way. All it takes is you telling them to cum but you don't.

Knowing that on a whim you can fuck them in their identity for your pleasure and they'll bat their eyes and smile and say thank you, happy to have pleased you. Their mouth a little sore and themselves a little winded afterwards, but feeling so accomplished because they worked so very hard to be objectified and obedient for you. It's so satisfying to them to sacrifice their comfort so you could have a good time.

And they may not always understand why they're driven to submit and need to give you a good time with every fiber of their being. But now there's undeniable liquid proof of their good job filling their tummy up with rewarding warmth and the subspacey high they feel from it is intoxicating. It's radiating satisfaction and euphoria from their core.

There's no way to deny they were a good pet at that point. They did as they were trained and now you're relaxed and proud while they're marked and filled with a part of you, having their head and hair petted possessively by their proud owner. They did as they were told and feel absolutely heavenly for it and they may already yearn with need for the next opportunity to please you.

And they hug your legs tightly after because all they ever wanted was someone to make them feel cherished for all their hard work. Someone who would not abuse their submissive nature but would also make them completely, utterly owned and obedient, constantly paying attention to them and keeping them in their place.

And you've long since learned that resistance doesn't work. He's both too strong for you and you're too devoted to him to truly want to displease him. And you kind of asked him to force you to do it. You were curious and wanted to try it, see what it felt like to be truly helpless. You didn't know it was going to become "your next big kink," but the way it left you feeling fulfilled, subby, owned, and quieted your head was too enriching to ignore. Even he had commented about how your mood would perk up afterwards.

And after a few times you really start to feel the benefits of submitting to be his personal oral cumdump. You felt closer to him and pride in the praise he'd shower down on you. You'd feel personally accomplished because of your endurance and how confident you were that your man was pleased. And as time went on, the more you did it, the more rewarding each time felt.

But it's mainly the fact that it calms you down that makes you crave it now. All of your anxieties get suspended and thoughts stop echoing inside your head, if even for a little while. You've even learned he's more likely to fuck your face if you start to talk fast and sound anxious. Which you may have embellished a few times to get him to pin you down and take your mouth, but you did tell him you wanted him to use your mouth if you were showing signs of overthinking.

So here you are again, this time backed up on your knees and head pinned against a wall just inside the entrance to your home, listening to him rant and rave about the rough day he had as you sloppily slurp and suck like a dutiful little whore. Seriously, fuck Greg in accounting for putting your man through the emotional ringer today. But secretly? Thank you Greg for getting him so worked up because you also needed this.

You had come home only 20 minutes earlier from your own rough day, but things are looking up now as his cock stiffens and lodges itself all the way down your throat.

You've long forgotten just how many loads you've swallowed. It used to be a fun game to keep track of how many you swallowed earlier on in your relationship, but the number was way too high to reliably keep track of now. A thought that made you subby to even think about. It wasn't just humiliating fun to call you a greedy cumguzzler anymore. Honestly it's just accurate terminology at this point. 'Whore-nidae cumguzzler-icus' he joked was your species name once. God, he's such a fucking nerd for that core memory. You love him for it.

You've been emptied of any residual worries you had from the day, pumped out of your head by the unrelenting plunging of his cock between your lips. And in its place is the familiar warmth of a hot, viscous liquid painting the walls of your throat and coating your esophagus all the way down like a comforting syrup as you desperately swallow his cum down into your tummy to keep all for yourself.

yes i’d do anything for you

yes you can control me

yes i’m nothing without you