U WILL CALL ME SIR
You belong to Me slut.
That flimsy fabric is no barrier for your wetness slut.
Each day there will be a lesson for you My greedy slut, some
I will fuck my own seed out of you slut, just so I can watch
Little bites across your flesh slut.
U WILL CALL ME SIR
Elegant, and proud!
Letting My fingers doing the talking.
Open for business.
His hunger for her knew no bounds…
U WILL CALL ME SIR
That look on your face slut, as I bind your wrists with My tie.
Scent of slave
Scent of slave
U WILL CALL ME SIR
Take her like you own her… you’ll both be glad you did…
I think the flowers set the mood well, don’t you slut?
Scent of slave
The tools of the trade. The tools for your pleasure slut.
Little One
The physical restraints that hold the girl. Then there are the
U WILL CALL ME SIR
Rain to Pain
Scent of slave
The whip, laying silently behind the slut. As she waits, yearning,
Such a wet slut.
Waiting.
Stretching the slut.
Scent of slave
the slut opened wide for her Master.
Where you belong slut. On your knees. Serving my hard cock.
Little One
What I Want.
The look on your face, the stinging of your ass, letting you
My hand, marking My slut as Mine!