a love letter to giving head
there's something about being on my knees while they stand over me that gets me dripping like nothing else. I'm not the best at it, but I'm being trained, and they're nice enough to give me a pillow for my bad knees. fuck, the domineering way they smirk down at me as I make fumbling attempts to take it as deep as I possibly can...they hold my collar the whole time and just let me at it for awhile.
I'm not super skilled but I'm very enthusiastic, just like a puppy. and then they use their grip on the collar to force me deeper, way deeper than I can go on my own, but when it's forced, I don't have any choice but to fucking take it, and I'm so puppybrained that knowing I don't have a say allows me to power through without vomiting or being unable to breathe. what does it say about me that the second I know I'm powerless, I can do anything I'm told to do?
I just...go slack. drooling all over their dick, all over my tits, looking like a spaced out cock drunk slut I'm sure, and the world narrows to their face, their voice telling me I'm a good boy, just take it...
see, what I didn't know as a younger person was that it's actually a massive feat to be able to suck a bio penis to completion. at least in my experience, and especially with my owner. my skills aren't great and they're not the most sensitive, so every couple minutes they let me pull off while they stroke themselves or have me stroke them, make me beg them to get themselves closer so that I can get a throat full of their cum. that's all I want. and I'm so spaced out, so deep in subspace just from being on my knees and choking on their cock, that I'm babbling about how I need it, I'm addicted to their cum, I wanna be a good girl and get filled up with it, get covered in it, where usually I'd be too shy and embarrassed to be so forward.
when I'm not being told to beg, they use their free hand to press my face into their thigh, and that's my world for awhile. just their warm skin, my mouth leaving sloppy kisses on it without thinking, a creature of pure instinct, all my thoughts gone.
when I'm in subspace, time slows to a crawl. I exist fully in the moment, and my identity narrows to being whatever's commanded by them in that moment. it could be five minutes, it could be hours, but all that exists to me is their fingers hooked on my collar, whether my throats empty or full, and the overarching glow that comes from being praised and knowing I'm gonna get a mouthful of cum by the end of it.
that's all I want. to be at their feet, on their leash, full of them, covered in them.
it's been two days and my jaw is still sore. all I can think about is when I'm gonna get to do it again. 💕
