Mr**** Posted Sunday at 11:32 PM You look up at me and raise to your knees. I grab the cloth out of your mouth and go to throw It to the bed when you stammer “what is…” before I grab your face covering your mouth. I push your head back against the wall and crouch down, getting eye level - face to face. “If I wanted to hear you talk, I could’ve just called. You’re here to do what your fucking. told. Do you understand?” “Ye—“ She let out before realizing what she had just done. She froze. The slowly looked to me as I raised my finger to my lips before wrapping it around her soft lips; enveloping her mouth. I thought I’ve told you enough, now you’re going to learn first hand. I stand up and take my hand off your mouth. “Open your mouth.” You open slightly… Swiftly you received my hand on the side of your face, just hard enough to get your attention. “Look at me and open your fucking mouth. Now. Wider… And stick out your tongue… Alright bitch, you want to serve me? Have the title of being my slave? You’re going to earn it.” Looking down on you I spit and it covers half your face. With fistfuls of your hair, I vigorously slide your head back and forth on my cock, feeling your tongue glide on the bottom of my dick and repeatedly ram the back of your throat over and over. I get some leverage and tell you what I want: And with one last deep breath, you swallow my cock as I ***fully pull your head on me. “Hold it. You don’t need to breathe. You need to please me. You need to please me, desperately. Even more than air.” With your tongue still sticking out as instructed, you gag Once… Twice… You shift uncomfortably, but I firmly hold you in place. I believe in you. To distract you, I tell you to lick my balls while I see how deep your throat is. It’s the furthest you’ve ever taken. In an instant, I pull my dick all the way out and allow you one loud gasp of air. Your red face begins regaining color as you nervously pant. You look up at me, unsure of what to do. With one fist of hair and the other grasping your throat, I pull you up. All while telling you what’s next - I tell you, “You’re going to lye on your back and bend your legs back towards your head. You are to stare at my cock while it reconstructs ‘Kitty,’ -beating her the way I know she loves. You’re not going to break that gaze. You’ll watch my cock going in and out - feeding that pussy my cock - over and over - until you think you’re going to cum. Then, and only then, will you look away or there will be severe consequences: This is important. You’re going to then look at me. Specifically, you’re going to look me in the eye and squeal. Let me hear your squeal.” She lets out a high pitched squeal, like that of a kitten. “You hold your cum back while you squeal for my attention. You need to convince me how bad you want that release. When I feel you’ve reached desperation, I will look up and make eye contact with you. That is your ONLY signal that you are granted permission to cum. IF you break eye contact from the moment we lock eyes to the moment I break that connection, You will not move forward. Do you understand?” You nod…
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