You're so needy, darling. Your thoughts circle around being fucked, put to proper use and praised for taking it so well more times a day than they don't - I think your embarrassment is very misplaced in that regard, don't you? You should rather embrace being so utterly and completely my whore... after all, to be allowed to degrade yourself like that for me sounds like something to be rather prideful of, I took so much time shaping you to be insatiable, and look how you adapted, mh? Freshly created, molded into such a pretty toy for me to enjoy - you usually have little issue with arrogance, yet now you're presenting shameful, for something as natural as wanting to be owned?
Now, see, all it takes at this point - to get your cunt dripping and your fantasies spiraling - is one thought of me, one innocent little memory of having me hovering over you, of your chin in my grip, of my lips tracing the artery on your neck or your thighs, of my voice against the shell of your ear, of my hands keeping your body in place... just that to remind you of the power I have over you.
You wanted to be mine, and I gave you so much more than you bargained for.
