Make sure you’re as humiliated as possible when you do it… When you are finally, finally allowed to cum. Write it - write what he tells you to, where he tells you to. Write ‘dummy’ on your forehead in lipstick, if that’s what he says. It’s not for anyone else’s benefit, slut. It’s for yours. Everyone else knows what you are. You have to be reminded. So write it. Dummy. Slut. Suckdoll. Property. Make sure your mouth is stuffed, how he tells you to. A ballgag between your cum-slurping lips, wet with your own taste. A dildo, straight from your pussy. A plug. Whatever you are told to use. Because when you say it - when you say what you were told to say, while you play with yourself - you need to sound as silly and controlled and fucking helpless as possible. You need to know that good dolls are kept quiet unless they are allowed to make noise. Good doll. Wear what you are told to wear - what you are allowed to wear. Most of the time, this will be nothing. Heels. A collar. If you’re lucky, an outfit that you hate. Dolls don’t dress themselves. Dolls are dressed to be played with, by their owners. You know that. You know that. Is your makeup how he likes it? Is your hair? Do you look at yourself and wonder how anyone would take you seriously? Yes? Yes, yes, and yes? Then you’re ready. Go find the mirror, doll. Go look at yourself. You have fifteen minutes. Then, and only then, can you cum.
And when you’re allowed to cum after all the degradation and humiliation he’s subjected you to? When you’re allowed to cum after you debase yourself because you know you don’t have a choice in the matter? When you’re allowed to cum after you swallow you pride and admit that you’re just a stupid doll , that you’re a dumb little ditz, that you’re just his plaything and you don’t get any say in if or when you get to cum again?
Remember to say ‘thank you Master’.
