What do you think the price of being born with a dick is? There’s a cum tax for every orgasm. There’s a fee for every hard on. The pleasure you feel is derived from financial sacrifice because you always have to pay to stroke. Stroking for me isn’t free. I can touch myself freely all day long and you can only stroke yourself at a cost. It’s expensive owning a dick. Go tribute me with a pre-cum tax and then watch me tease the fuck out of you before ultimately denying you.
A pathetic bitch. Here when I want you and put of my mind when I’ve got better things to do. I will always own you. I will always control you. And seeing your hard on grow before my degrading and humiliating words is only further confirmation that you are MINE.
You throb when you think about you. Groveling and begging to be owned by me. The bitch is at my mercy and I love it.
Do you realize how mind numbingly easy boys are to control?
You make it so stupid easy for me. You goon and you drool. You can’t help yourself. So pathetic. You’re mind fucking your own self to me. Keep edging, keep stroking. Always chasing my sweet release.
No leather or latex. No whips, no chains. I don’t need any of that. I know my natural power over men. And I know how hot it is seeing me relaxed in pajamas, a true intimate state. So cute and innocent. Ready to fuck you over.
Kiss my ass, bend over backwards for me. It’s the little things I expect from you. Morning coffee and fresh flowers, grocery runs and being at my beck and call. Please me. You got this.
My beta foot cucked pig is kneeling at my bare feet while I prepare to go out with my Alpha. I laugh at the fat pig for ever thinking he would be good enough to be with me. I mock my slave’s position at the foot of our bed, waiting to be spanked by the Bull.
You worship my feet while I describe how you will soon be worshipping OUR feet. You will watch me fuck the Bull and wait patiently for your reward- his cum you are ordered to suck off my feet. You’re only purpose is to pay for our pleasure, fluff his cock, and clean up his mess.
