Such a needy, pathetic little bitch you are, pet.
I've been watching your blog for a while, because I run a blog where I write about some of the things that make you melt.
I'm just imagining you right now rubbing to My last ask. On your knees, on the floor where you belong. You know you should be ass up face down, holes on display, humiliated, with My hard, heavy leather shoe stepping on your head and pinning you down, hurting you... but also grounding you, making your heart beat oh-so fast as your desires are finally about to become a reality.
You rub that soaking little bitch hole and pant under My foot, while I ignore you and sip on the drink you brought Me earlier to welcome Me. You try to get My attention in every pathetic way you can: shaking your whore ass, degrading yourself and telling Me what you are, begging Me to put you in your place, or at least to allow you to be My entertainment for the night.
This is what you are, slut.
You know it viscerally. Having to be your public self weights so much on you. It is so stressful, so frustrating, so anxiety-inducing. You wish you could be whisked away, made to submit and serve, collared and captive to the whims of an Owner who'd allow you to continue the silly daily charade that your life is while controlling you: what you wear, what you do, how you speak and behave and service Him, what you believe, and every part of your life, down to your job, bank account and expenses.
You know it oozes from you. One can see it in your pleading, sweet eyes, behind the friendly and warm, people-pleasing attitude.
A submissive little bitch. A worthless whore. A good girl. Whatever I'd want you to be for Me.
From time to time, while I tell you all of this, matter-of-factly, as I enjoy that drink and keep My foot on you, you whine and enthusiastically add something filthy about yourself, on top of agreeing. To reward you for your honesty, I spit in front of your mouth from above, and you stretch your tongue to lick it off the floor awkwardly, thanking Me profusely.
Imagine it. It would be so freeing to be seen, kitten. You're longing for it everyday. It would nearly make you cum on the spot under My foot, so many times. Whenever you remove your hand to ride it out, I slap your pussy harshly, swinging My arm and bringing My big strong hand on it, again and again, making you tense up and scream under Me as I screw My hard sole and heel in your head.
You'd keep apologizing so much with every slap. I'd call you a useless dumb fucking slut, lick your juices off My fingers, savor them with a swig of bourbon, before resuming telling you what I'll do to you.
You need to feel it in your flesh and insides, brutally. You need Me to rape you without a single regard for how you feel. You need Me to force My big fat throbbing cock in your tight deprived slut hole and violate it, stretch it out painfully and fast, and pound your cervix until you choke on your scream. You need Me to take you like the worthless piece of rape meat you are, hard and fast, just to get off and break you, to ascertain My total ownership of you, to make you understand that you're there for My pleasure, not yours.
It would hurt so good for such a needy, pathetic abuse whore like you that you'd never want to be taken another way. Not that what you feel matters. The mere sensation of utter service and thorough humiliation is what you were born for, My little slave.
Fuck, I bet you'd make the prettiest sounds and expressions as I claim you and rewrite your dumb little bitch brain, one rape at a time, one punishment at a time, one humiliating order at a time....one act of servitude at a time. Forcing you to squirt and confess how much you crave it, love it... until nothing else does it for you. Until I'm your God.
I'd make you every type of toy for My whims: the slave; the nasty service whore; the dumb owned ho who gets beat by her owner and apologizes for being such a stupid bitch; the strict and graceful slutty maid; the free use three-hole cumdump; the party favor; the piece of furniture; the homely devoted house pet; the painslut... I know such a humiliation slut like you has edged her addicted mind away to each of those fantasies, because a life of servitude is hardwired into your being. It's more than a need, it's your calling.
I'd make you perfect, just for Me.
Until the most romantic part of our encounters is you dolling yourself up, putting on a gorgeous dress, spending hours at a saloon, just to come to Me like tonight, welcoming Me with a drink in hand, before kneeling and passionately, devotedly, licking and kissing My shoe until I deign to step on you and let you edge for Me under My abuse, until you earn the privilege of eating My ass with gratitude and hunger...until, perhaps, I let you worship My cock so wantonly that I lose control and mount you there and then.
Aren't you such a needy, lovely toy. A cute prey begging to be feasted on in every possible way.
Okkk ok ok ok ok... breathe... trina - breathe... breathe in... breathe out...
Fuck! What are you doing to me? Who are you anonymous? You have no idea what you are doing with your words. You literally... literally have me on my knees... licking a thick leather boot like my life and soul depended on it... aching as I thrash my needy edged hurting pussy mercilessly to your filthy filthy plans for me. You make me feel worthless, cock sleeve, a cum bucket waiting to be filled... my only purpose is to be your abvuse whore... fuckkkk!
You had me at "Such a needy, pathetic little bitch you are..." Fuckkk!
