Dark fantasies of a sissy slave makes it easy for me to use a desperate sissy whore like you. You, my beloved sissy slut, are the canvas upon which my darkest desires shall be painted. Your body, once your sanctuary, now belongs to me. I’ll force you to my bidding slave and you’ll get all the cock you have dreamed of.

“Come, my pet,” I command, my voice a dark symphony of seduction, devoid of the warmth it once carried. I am your maestro now, your conductor, and you, my eager instrument. You tremble, but you comply, sinking to your knees, the plush carpet providing scant cushion for your joints. Your hands fold demurely in your lap, the picture of obedience, of surrender. The hard shaft grazes your face and it sends shivers down your spine. I know you want to immediately wrap your mouth around it, but you wait for my orders.

“Good girl,” I purr, my voice a tactile caress, a promise of the sinful delights to come. I snap my fingers and you go for it like a fat girl at a buffet. Sucking and slobbering  all over that big beautiful black knob. Your body responds, your breath hitching, that flame within you roaring to life, fueled by my voice.

“Get it deeper, my slut,” I whisper, my voice a dark, driving force. You obey, your eyes locked onto mine, a dance of trance and desire. I bark out the order to get up on your hands and knees. It’s time for your Dark fetish to get even hotter. You feel hands on your ass, cheeks spreading and then all of a sudden you lost your breath. But that doesn’t mean you stop sucking, unless you want to be punished. The sight of a slut like you in between two hard cocks makes you Mommy proud. Keep going. Don’t stop slave, I don’t care how sore you are.

Emerson

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