Thank you, Master.

He doesn’t even bother to take my top off, he just pulls it up, knowing that I wouldn’t wear a bra before breakfast. I am on my back. He has just pushed my shoulders down and I willingly followed his lead. I love when he takes control, when he shows me what he wants, so why I would I fight it? It makes me feel wanted, needed, it makes me feel like I am still good enough to be his toy, to be his plaything, to be his puppet.

I can feel my underpants being dragged down my naked legs, down my thighs, over my knees, down my ankles and gently rubbing against my feet before being pulled over my toes, and being dropped to the floor. I automatically spread my legs. My body belongs to him. It reacts to his gaze, his touch, his commands. I am exposed, and I want to be exposed to him. I feel my arousal building up, my cunt pushing into the air, wanting to be given attention.

He kneels in between my legs and looks down on me. He is smiling. He knows he already has me where he wants me to be. I am that easy. For him, I am that easy. He presses his knee against my cunt and I moan. I hear a satisfied groan from him. He pulls the fleshy lips of my most private place and squeezes. I twitch, instinctively trying to get away from the pain. But do I really want to get away? I look at him, his gaze on me, his observing eyes, his stern facial expression. I relax. I want him to use me, I want him to hurt me.

He pulls me open and three fingers enter me. Deep and hard. I squeal. He spreads me open, while thrusting his fingers in and out of me. My want grows, my need for him grows. I am his. I can hear how wet I am, I can smell how wet I am. He stops. He points at me, his eyes serious, his face telling me that I am not to move. I watch him stand up, pulling his pants and knickers down, stepping out of them. My legs are still spread, the rivers of my cunt want to be conquered by him. I see his hard cock, and I start imaging how it would feel inside me, how he will fill me up.

Fantasies become reality. he pulls my legs up by the ankles, my feet resting on his shoulders. I can feel his hard cock pushing me open and his head hitting against my cervix. I love when he is that deep inside me. I feel owned, I feel helpless. I gasp for air every time the pain of his head hitting my cervix runs over my body. “Too much for you, puppet?” – “No, Master!”. – “Then be silent, slut.”.

I try to control my breathing, I try to not twitch as he fucks me harder, and faster. I can feel tears welling up in my eyes. He has a hard grip on my left ankle, his nails digging deep into my skin. His other hand is on my right boob, nails leaving traces in my areola. His cock hitting my cervix over and over. I want to wiggle out, I want to fight back. But I want him to continue, too. I feel helpless yet safe under his control. The pain is starting to translate into pleasure and I close my eyes.

He lets my legs slip to the side. He is on top of me now. Still thrusting in and out of me, he makes me hold my legs up. His hand around my throat, choking me. Our eyes lock, and I feel the dizziness of my arousal mixing with the panic about the lack of air coming into my lungs. I push my cunt against him, urge him to continue. I am close, so close. He senses it and releases his grip. I gasp for air, the blurriness of my vision becoming clearer again. I am not to come. Not yet. He is in control of my orgasms.

He pushes my head to the side and long fingernails dig into my earlobes. I gasp, I moan, I twitch. It hurts so much. It hurts so nice. His hand covering my face now, squeezing my cheeks, humiliating me. I am his toy, his puppet, I am nothing else in this moment. My right nipple gets twisted and pulled and I squeal from the sudden pain. I feel him grow even harder inside. He likes to see me suffer, I like him to make me suffer. Thrusting, his hands on my boobs now, his whole weight on me, I can hardly breathe. I don’t need to breathe, he decides when I am allowed to do that.

He stops, stands up and kneels next to me, his hard cock in his hand. I expect him to push it into my mouth and I prepare myself for the degrading taste of myself in my own mouth. But seconds later, I feel something landing on my lips, and then covering my face, my eyelids, my chest. He is coming all over me. The most pleasurable humiliation: getting my face painted with his juices. I can smell it, I can feel its stickiness. I am nothing else but his toy for pleasure. I am a cum dumpster, my face is not mine, it is his. I can feel my arousal build up even more. Being put in my place like that, being used that, it makes my body need him even more.

His hand is on my clit, pushing on it. I know what is about to come and I brace myself. Slap. I gasp from the wave of pleasure and pain spreading through my body. Slap. I can feel my clit swell up even more. I push my cunt up, I want him to continue, I want him to hurt me. He squeezes my clit now, pulls it up, while pushing down my mound. He is in control. I squeal. I can’t open my eyes, they are glued together by his cum.

He is rubbing my clit now, with his whole hand, hard. “You can come whenever you want, puppet!”. I twitch, I feel orgasm after orgasm take over, it doesn’t stop, I can’t stop, he doesn’t stop. He rubs harder and harder, the friction is painful now. I want it to stop. I don’t want it to stop. He is pushing me, he is forcing me to come. I am over the edge now, I am floating. I want more, I never want this to end.

I lose control, he has my everything now. I can feel it building up, I can feel the overwhelming tension, my whole body is shaking in anticipation. I let out a loud scream, I scream without holding back. I scream because it hurts, I scream because it feels so nice. I scream because I can feel it coming. My whole body twitches helplessly, my heart is racing, I feel dizzy, the pleasure is almost too overwhelming, tears try to escape the corners of my eyes.

And then he stops. He pushes his fingers into my mouth and I lick them, I taste myself. I hear him chuckle. I still can’t open my eyes. “You are a good girl, puppet.” I sigh. “Thank you, Master.”