“Oh, look at you already trembling before I've even touched you. Get on your knees, puppy. That's right—crawl to me like the desperate little thing you are.” You slowly lower yourself onto your knees, your eyes locked with mine, and crawl across the bed towards me. "Yes, Mommy," you whisper, voice shaking.
“Louder. Say it properly.” I demand as I grab that pretty hair of yours and yank your head back. "Yes, Mommy." “You say again, loud and clear. “Good girl. Now open that mouth and stick out your tongue—wider. I want to see how pathetic you look before I even use you.” I press two fingers against your tongue, pushing down until drool spills over your chin. "Look at this mess already. You're nothing but a drooling hole for me, aren't you?" Your eyes water, but you nod, tongue still pinned. "Yes, Mommy." I slap your cheek—not hard, just enough to make your skin bloom pink. "Say it again. Tell me what you are."
"I'm your drooling hole, Mommy." The words come out garbled around my fingers, but you force them out anyway, tears already pricking at the corners of your eyes. “Perfect.” I smirk and shove you backward onto the bed and spread your legs wide, pinning your thighs apart with my knees. My hand comes down hard on your inner thighs—once, twice, three times—leaving bright red handprints that bloom across your soft skin. You whimper, hips jerking, but you don't close your legs. Good puppy.
"Count them," I order, bringing my palm down on your throbbing pussy with a sharp crack. "One—two—three—" Your voice cracks on the fourth, tears finally spilling over. "Four, Mommy, please—", "Please what?" I lean down, biting hard at the junction of your neck and shoulder, sucking until I know it'll leave a dark purple mark. "Use your words, or I'll stop."
"Please use me more, Mommy. Please mark me. Please make me cry." Your voice breaks beautifully on the last word, and I reward you by sinking my teeth into your breast, biting down until you sob. The mark is instant—angry red teeth marks surrounding your nipple. I slap the same spot, watching your whole body jolt.
I slide two fingers through your soaked folds, gathering wetness, then shove them inside without warning. You're so tight, clenching around me, but I don't give you time to adjust. I fuck you hard and fast, my thumb grinding against your swollen clit with every thrust. Your back arches, a broken moan tearing from your throat. "Don't cum," I growl, adding a third finger, stretching you wider. "Not until I say."
"Yes, Mommy—yes, Mommy—" You're babbling now, tears streaming down your face as your body fights against the building pleasure. I curl my fingers, hitting that spot inside you that makes your thighs shake, and your begging gets louder, more desperate. "Please, Mommy, I can't—I can't hold it—" I pull my fingers out completely, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing. You cry harder, hips bucking uselessly. "What did I say?"
"Not until you say, Mommy," you sob, voice thick with tears. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please—" I flip you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up so your ass is in the air. My hand comes down on your right cheek, then your left, alternating until both are bright red and hot to the touch. You bury your face in the pillow, but I grab your hair and pull your head back. "No hiding. I want to hear every sound."
"Yes, Mommy—YES Mommy—" You're crying openly now, drool and tears mixing on your face, but your pussy is dripping down your thighs. I leave the bed for a moment, returning as I finish tightening the strap-on around me. I give your ass another hard slap before guiding my strap deep into your slick pussy. My other hand reaches around to rub your clit in tight, relentless circles.
Your brain is melting—I can tell by the way you're slurring your words, by the way you're pushing back against my hips like you can't help yourself. "Tell me what you are," I demand, not slowing down. "Tell me while I ruin you."
"I'm—I'm your dumb little puppy, Mommy—I'm your toy—I'm whatever you want—" Your voice is wrecked, barely coherent between sobs and moans. "Please let me cum, please, I'll do anything—"
"Anything? Then cum. Cum right now, and don't you dare stop until I tell you." You shatter instantly, whole body convulsing as you scream into the pillow. I don't stop—I keep fucking you through it, thrusting my strap deep stretching you to your limit while my hand keeps working your oversensitive clit. You're babbling nonsense now, tears soaking the sheets, but I don't let up.
"Again," I order. "Cum for me again. Now."
"Mommy! I’m—I’m—" It's all you can say as your second orgasm crashes through you, even harder than the first. Your thighs are shaking so badly you can barely hold yourself up, but I grab you by the hips to keep you in position, still pumping, still rubbing, forcing you higher and higher until you're sobbing so hard you can barely breathe. "One more baby girl," I growl, and you shake your head, overwhelmed, but your body betrays you—clenching around my strap as a third orgasm rips through you. You're completely gone now, brain melted, just a sobbing, shaking mess beneath me.
I finally slow down, pulling my strap out and bringing it to your mouth. "Clean it," I order, and you suck obediently, tongue lapping at your own taste while tears still stream down your face. "Good girl. Such a good, broken little puppy for Mommy." I flip you onto your back again, spreading your legs wide so I can admire my work—your thighs covered in handprints, your neck and breasts marked with bite marks and hickeys, your face streaked with tears and drool. You're still twitching, still crying softly, but when I press my fingers against your oversensitive clit again, you don't pull away.
"Yes, Mommy," you whisper, voice hoarse. "Whatever you want." I smile, leaning down to kiss you hard, tasting your tears on my tongue. "We're not done yet, puppy. Not even close."
