Til Tears Run Down My Face

I am naked and kneeling before you in submission.

You walk up behind me and stand over me, your legs on each side of me.
You reach down to take my hair in your hand and roughly turn my head so that my ear is turned to you.. You lean forward and whisper into my ear “Are you prepared to become my submissive, my cockslave, my slut, to lick, suck and fuck whenever, however I command?”

You hear me whisper something and you let the strap of a belt you are carrying sting against my ass, while you say “Louder and more convincingly slut!” You hear me gasp and moan out, “I will be your slut and slave”.

You let the belt sting against my ass several more times, each time telling me to say it again more fervently. You begin letting your hands slip between my legs after each sting of the belt to touch my wetness, caressing my cunt. I become more focused to the feelings of pleasure and pain, and as my passion swells you hear my requests take on a note
of urgency and progress to begging.

You lean forward to take me by the hair again and turn my head so that my lips are available to you and you kiss me for the first time.. long and deep and slow, our tongues touching, the feeling cool and wet and soft…You tell me to show you what a talented cocksucker I am by using my lips and tongue on your face and neck…feeling my passionate frantic kisses and licks…you step in front of me and order me to unbuckle your belt and take off your pants while I continue to kneel in front of you.

Taking me by the hair, you roughly press my face into your crotch, I feel your cock hard and rigid pressing through your pants and I kiss and beg for you to allow me to take you in my mouth.

You pull my hair, thus pulling my head back, look directly into my eyes and say, “You are a greedy bitch, aren’t you? You will have the pleasure of my cock when I am ready for you to have it”.

You command me to lower and remove your underwear, and move towards me until your hard cock is almost touching my lips. My tongue darts out in anticipation, eagerly awaiting the opportunity to lick your hard shaft, and to feel you throbbing in my mouth.

But abruptly you pull away, once again scolding me for being an impatient, greedy slut. In response to my unsubmissive like behavior, you begin to slap my face, my cheeks, my lips, my chin, with your hard cock, turning what I am so much craving into an implement of punishment.

You know that I am becoming more and more ravenous to have your cock in my mouth, and after my face has turned rosy from the battering of your cock against it, you once again grab my hair, pull my mouth towards your cock, and tell me, “My slave, I am now ready for you to taste this cock which you desire more than anything in the world. But it will be done the way “I” want it to be. But remember this is not for your pleasure; it is for mine only. I am literally going to fuck your throat, and it doesn’t matter if you start choking and gagging; it won’t matter one bit.”

With those words, you plunge your hard cock into my mouth, to the hilt, and it presses against the back of my mouth, and down into my throat. I feel like I will choke, but I know that it doesn’t matter. I must take all that you wish me to have, and I fight to relax and to accept it.

You pull out again, and once more plunge your cock down my throat, in and out, fast and furious, until tears are rolling down my face, and you still don’t stop.

This in no way could be called a blow job, I think. You are correct in calling it “fucking” my throat, and I love it, I need it, to be used in any way you wish. And your slave hopes that she will be rewarded for showing you what a good little bitch she is.