I stare up at her through filmed pupils; her every deliberate and considered action unfolding before me in slow motion, my vision blurred as if viewing the world through a Vaseline coated camera lens. I watch palpitating as she adjusts the buckles on the fearsome strap on dildo that now protrudes demandingly from her smooth, sweat sheened, droplet coated sex and my muscles spasm involuntarily around the vibrating egg that has been buried within my slick anus causing ripples of pleasure to flood my empty, drenched pussy. Rivulets of juices trickle down my already soaked calves and my trembling lips emit yet another moan of delight.
I can hear her command throbbing insistently within my blank mind; the single word this pretty little pavlovian bitch has come to cherish, has learnt to obey, has placed above everything else. My poor, helpless, manipulated body spasming in uncontrollable obedience to her constant demands that her little pet be an absolute pleasure unto her.
How I ache. How I ache to be such perfection, as the pulsations in my palpitating pussy explode forth across my shivering frame, as my knees rub themselves across the floor, as the nectar I offer to her in my absolute submission soaks my heels and trickles down to the soles of my feet.
“YOURS, my Mistress. YOURS, my Goddess divine. YOURS, to use, to abuse, to have and to hold from this day forth, for all eternity, until Hell freezes over, until I am nothing but trembling, delirious flesh drooling across your manicured and gorgeously varnished toes. YOURS.”
The body heated links on the chain between my secured wrists rub at the soft curvature of my buttocks as I squirm unworthy before her. Wriggling and restrained as I feel the rounded plastic tip pressing at my lips. Teeth closed, I allow them to be pushed aside, feel it sliding across the well maintained enamel as ragged expulsions of air escape from my nostrils to quiver about its demanding length.
With difficulty I raise my heavy, drooping lids so that she may cast her gaze on my beseeching eyes, so I may bathe in the warmth of her attention, so I may catch a glimpse of her tongue as it plays about her cruel lips, so I may quiver as I lose myself in the malicious glint of her observing eyes. I can feel the tears trickling unbidden, their wet trail heating my cheeks, salted liquid running down onto my partially parted lips and wetting the artificial tip that awaits the inevitable opening of my willing mouth.
I can feel her wriggling in her heels, her hand cupping the heavy weight extending before incomparable her, running it sideways across my lips, pushing them wider at the edges, pulling the top lip upwards, pressing its compatriot ever down until her drenched little bitch is open and panting before her saliva soaked cock.