#her master

You really want me inside of you, don't you kitten? If you're that needy, come and do it yourself. Sit on my lap, now. It feels good having me grope your body and kiss your neck, right? Right. That's it, grind your needy cunt on my thigh. Just like that, atta' girl. I can feel you getting wetter on my thigh, kitten. Come sit yourself on my hard cock. Move your hips for me, bounce up and down. Good girl. Master loves the way your pretty body and perfect tits move as you ride me. You're so needy, so desperate. You want my validation. You want to cum. You want a lot of things, but I am in control. I decide what you want and what you get. Oh, your legs are beginning to shake, you're close, aren't you?! Don't cum yet, not until I say so. Keep bouncing, kitten. Faster and more intense. You're so pretty when you're on the verge of sweet release. Cum, now. Good girl. Good girl. Master loves you, kitten.

Kitten, I'll train you and your holes to the point that you can only cum by my cock, my hands, my words. You will be so needy and bend your will to me in the ultimate submission. You'll need me and no one else. You'll beg me to come take care of your pathetic little cunt, and I will.

Master needs to play with your clit until you're a brain dead, drooling mess, okay? Okay. Good girl.

You don't want to think, do you? There's too much chaos inside your head. You want master to think for you, right? To make every decision about your life. What to wear, what to think, what to feel. That'll make life so much easier, won't it, princess?

Be a brat and test me. I dare you, princess. You'll fuck around and find out what master is capable of.

Leaving fingers inside you, feeling you get wetter and wetter. You get so needy that you begin to move your body, riding my fingers. Your desperation really turns me on, baby. That's it, a little faster. You're getting wetter. Keep going, keep moaning for me. You'll look so pretty cumming on master's fingers. Atta' girl.

You can't control your body, can you, kitten? Your cunt throbs when you think of me, getting wetter with each sick and depraved thought in your head. It's okay, empty that head of yours. You don't want to think. Master will think for you. After all, I own your body, I may as well own your mind, too.

You look so pretty in your sundress, babygirl. You were a good slut for me and didn't wear any panties. You're such a good girl, giving master easy access. Those pretty little holes under your dress are begging to be stretched out. I can feel how wet you're getting. Shh, babygirl. You wouldn't want anyone to hear how much of a needy little slut you are. Don't you dare moan, be a good toy for me to use.