I point to the corner, my silent command explicit.

It cowers into the crevice. Needy little thing; always desperate.

Desperate for attention. Desperate for validation. Desperate to be special. Desperate for cum.

I’m not entertaining the little sissy today. It knows its place, it can stay there.

It’s got nothing I need. Soft, useless little slut it is. If only its wife knew! If only its friends knew! Pathetic!

I know what I desire today. I want dick. Hard man cock. I want a real man. One who can satisfy my needs.

I shouldn’t have to compromise. I won’t compromise.

I don’t want flowers or chocolates. I want fucking.

I don’t want expensive silks, ribbons or bows. I want fucking.

I don’t want poetry or prose. I want fucking.

I don’t want whining, soft dicks and needy, desperate pleas. I want fucking.

And that little thing in the corner needs to sit quietly. It needs to watch and learn. It’s all it’s good for.

He strides in and disregards the inhabitant in the corner. His only focus is me. His hunger undeniable. I can smell the testosterone oozing from him. A real man.

He knows what I need. He knows what I want. He is going to take it all from me. He is going to give it all to me.

Without a word, he grabs my hair and pulls my lips to his. His kiss is urgent, hard, it takes my breath away.

In one domineering move, he pushes me down to my knees and unbuckles his jeans. His dick springs free, dripping glistening pre-cum, just for me, all for me.

“Suck it like a real girl!” he commands.

He’s making his point. Inwardly, I grin, and my eyes flash to my pet in the corner. It’s watching.

Fervently, I swallow his shaft. Immediately deep, gagging as he hits my throat. I don’t waver; I hold and repeat. Real girls know how to pleasure real men.

I hear him groan and taste his precum on my tongue. The intoxicating elixir drives me on, I feel my cunt throb in response.

He pulls me up and throws me to the bed in one strong move. Before I have time to blink, my skirt is pushed up and my pretty panties ripped from me.

Casually, he tosses them into the corner. Just under its nose, the scent of my pussy wafts into its desperate nostrils.

His palms push my knees apart; I’m splayed before him. His eyes lock on mine, glazed with primal need.

His cock slams into me. His lips curl as he watches my gasp, and my torso rolls in response. Again, he repeats, his thrust pounding inside me.

My eyes roll and flicker as I melt into acquiescence. The tension releases from my limbs with each slamming stroke. One by one, each mastering assault emancipates my burdens.

Whimpers whisper from my lips, my eyes flicker closed as I tumble into the depths of my mind. My beautiful mind. My complex mind. The world around me fades, and I start to drift, my body no more than an object to be ruined. My flesh his to consume. He won’t stop until I unravel, he won’t relent, under his eye, under his assault.

The sound of my arousal fills the room. The slap of skin echoes through the air. My head flops to the side. My eyes open, glazed and heavy. I see its eyes watching me, watching every thunderous thrust. A puddle of pre-cum beneath its flaccid dick. It’s enraptured; it knows my needs, but it can’t meet them. Not a single one. Useless.

It knows I need this. It knows he needs this. It needs the humiliation. It needs to know it’s impotent around a real woman. Weak, insecure, pointless.

For a fleeting moment, I wonder if it wishes it was him. It knows it could have been. My lips gently smile before parting, whimpers and pants of ecstasy escape from my throat.

I’m close now, the warm, creamy drips from my ravaged hole creep down my thighs. My body stiffens and my breath releases. My legs tense as my orgasm starts to pulse through my ruined body.

His hand grips my throat, and he slams into my sodden cunt with salacious savagery. My moans turn into a guttural growl as I start to spasm against his cock. He doesn’t relent. There is no respite. My legs shake and my body bucks. He continues to drive his dick deep into me.

I feel his cock start to pulse and twitch and hear his breath growl. His scent is strong, a mix of musk and sweat. His smell intoxicates my senses. He grunts with carnivorous hunger. His cum explodes into my dripping cunt, the cunt he claims tauntingly. He fills it with his sticky signature.

I shudder and drift as I feel his twitches against my pulsating walls. I’m unaware of my surroundings and floating alone. This is the feeling I crave, this is the feeling he provides, this is the feeling that thing can’t provide. Escape; escape from my busy mind. Release: release from life’s expectations. Freedom; freedom from my mask of morality. This is my moment, my needs, mine.

I feel his weight shift from my fragile femininity. My consciousness shifts, slowly back to awareness, lifted from my trance. His eyes look down on me with a satisfied smile. His brazen barbarity belies the attentive adoration he provides for me. His pleasure fuelled and satiated by his vow to fulfil my fantasies, his thirst to release my inhibitions.

Stepping back, he slides from inside my cum-drenched crevice. The air is silent, the sound of his zipper echoes surprisingly loud. His eyes don’t leave my soft form for a moment, with unspoken words I hear his compliment. His fingers push between my legs and scoop our potion of lust from inside my cunt. Without a word, he turns and walks to the corner. Raising his hand he smears it over that little sissy’s face before striding out confidently.

It doesn’t move. It’s rooted in its place. Covered in cum, quivering and dripping like a hapless little puppet. Humiliated and shamed, the confusing contradiction of its arousal and impotence consuming its senses. How can something so big and strong to the outside world be so emasculated and servile under my command?

The feeling of warmth continues to seep between my legs. I raise my finger and motion for that thing to crawl to me. Meekly, it moves, a silvery trail of desperation drips along the floor leaving a pathetic trail in its wake.

“Clean me!” I command, spreading my legs wide.

Its face dives between my legs and laps and licks like a semen-starved little kitten. I snigger as I grind against its face; it’s my filthy little fucktoy. Living its little lie. Pretending it’s a macho masculine man. Only I know the truth of its condition.

I know it craves semen like a pitiful little plaything. I know it craves for its useless little dick to be flaccid and fruitless. I know it longs to be feminine and pretty. I know it longs to be sodomized and shamed.

I unlocked that within it. It’s my key. I created its desperation. I own its desperation. I control its desperation. Its obsession consumes its soul. Its secrets fuel its fears. Only I can emancipate it.

“Back to your corner!” I instruct.

I’m not entertaining it today.

I just wanted fucking. I just wanted dick. I just wanted my needs to matter.

He made sure they did.