Doesn’t Take A Genius To Realize That This Is Definitely “asking For It”.

“What are you?”

I asked her.

“Your little girl!” She said while smiling.

“Get on your knees” i said.

She obliged, still a smile on her face.

“What are you?” I asked again.

“Your littl..”

I slapped her before she could finish. Her smile slowly fading away.

“What are you?” I asked again.

“Your little slut” she said nervously.

I slapped her, watching her cheek redden.

“What are you?” I asked.

“Your.. whore?” She said unsure.

I slapped her harder. She looked down, holding her cheek in pain.

“What are you?” I asked.

“Your dumb whore!” She said.

I backhand-slapped her other cheek. Her eyes widened up, in shock, in pain, knowing that she’s going to be beat and abused until she got the answer right.

“What are you?” I asked.

“A mindless dumb fucking whore!!” She screamed.

I crouched down and slapped her as hard as i can, looking her dead in the eye as i asked..

“What are you?”

She cracked a little smile, tears of joy started pouring out of her eye, as she finally knew the answer, her true purpose, what she is, her role; she looked up at me and said..

“Inferior.”

If you don’t have a body like this, you’re not trying hard enough. Be better for your Man. No one wants a fat bitch. Be desireable like her, be less like you.

Selfish

That’s it. Swallow… swallow. Good girl. Now hands off. Let your orgasm go.

“Oh, God… okay… oh, no…”

Good job. Hey, what’s wrong?

“No. N-nothing. Thank you, Sir.”

You’re feeling jealous, aren’t you? It’s okay. Please be honest. You’re not in trouble.

“Yes, Sir. I am. I’m sorry.”

It’s okay. I know it seems like it isn’t fair, but that’s the wrong way to think about it.

“Yes, Sir.”

Do you remember the last time you came?

“Um… No, I don’t.”

It was seven months ago. You didn’t like it, and you asked me not to let you cum ever again.

“I did? I don’t remember that.”

That’s okay. You did. You know sometimes you have a hard time remembering things.

“Yeah… I think I forgot that, too. For a minute.”

Silly girl. It’s a good thing you have me to help keep your thinking straight.

“Yes, thank you, Sir.”

Anyway, I wanted to watch you cum today, and I almost did.

“You did?”

Mmhm, yeah. But I realized how selfish that would be of me.

“No, Sir…”

Don’t contradict me. It is selfish. You’ve worked so hard for seven months, edging every day, but never cumming. All that work would be ruined just because I wanted to watch you orgasm.

“It’s okay, Sir, I…”

It’s not okay. Because I almost ruined seven months of your hard work. You would have had to start all over.

“But it’s not selfish because I would enjoy it, too.“

Oh, you forgot already, huh?

“What?”

You always think you’re going to enjoy cumming, but you never do.

“I don’t?”

No, silly. Of course not. Did you think you would?

“I guess… I guess I forgot again.”

That’s okay. I’ll always help when you forget things. I’ll try not to be selfish.

“Okay. Thank you, Sir.”

That’s my good girl. Let’s get you back to the edge now. So much better than cumming, isn’t it?

“Yes, Sir.”

the aphrodisiac of obedience

of course I know how to take initiative and do it own my own. 

I am strong, and smart, and perfectly capable of achieving my own pleasure and can aptly handle the challenge of denying myself the same.

but it’s so much better, and I am infinitely wetter, when it’s what he wants and because he tells me to.

Good little slut presenting yourself with the right posture. I’m going to hike up that skirt, and you’re going to spread those legs so I can examine what’s mine.