wittydeviant

Cunts doesn't walk, make me crawl. Show me off, talk about me to your friends as if I'm not there. I'm a pet, I don't talk. Brag about how obedient I am and make sure I prove it.

Your pleasure is my purpose. My pleasure is obeying. So my cunt doesn't get fucked. It's a slimy lube dispenser, nothing more. I need cock more than I need to breathe, please use my facehole instead. My ass is used to being filled and it craves it, please use it instead.

They’ll make cruel jokes about your body and laugh as they pull your aching nipples. They’ll shove their open beer bottles into your leaking cunt, flavoring their beer with you, just like squeezing a lime into a corona.

I’ll make all the decisions.

What shall you wear? I’ll decide.

When shall you eat? I’ll decide.

When shall you sleep? I’ll decide.

When shall you go out? I’ll decide.

Who shall you talk to? I’ll decide.

What is your role? I’ll decide.

What title you shall refer to others? I’ll decide.

Can you play? I’ll decide.

How to play? I’ll decide.

Do you need punishment? I’ll decide.

What to think? I’ll decide.

When to think? I’ll decide.

"you should wear your hair up today"

"wear something girly"

"paint your nails white"

"you have drink the whole bottle of water before you can do that"

"no smoking until after your homework"

Grind harder. Rub back and forth. Do not stop until I tell you.

Do not cum until I allow you.

This is your purpose isn’t it pet? Your place is right there, rubbing your cunt on the leather and leaking your brains right out of you.

My boot needs to be slick and shiny with your cunt juices … and I want to hear you moan and squeal when I flex My boot and kick up a little to make sure you feel me and understand what you are.

Don’t think.

Don’t speak.

Just make your pretty little mess on My boot and be ready to clean it up. Face down ass up so I can use you the way you’re meant to be used. My toy. My pleasure.