slut-problems: I hung onto the bannister for dear life as he…

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I hung onto the bannister for dear life as he pounded my throat harder than anyone had ever dared to pound me. The best part was that I could handle it. All of those days and nights of blow job training he had put me through had paid off. Now I was nothing more than a stupid, cock sucking bimbo for him. This was what he had wanted and I just wanted to make him happy and so I went along with it, I went along with everything. He turned me into the woman he had always wanted me to be and I realized as he made me into his his personal flesh doll that this was what I had wanted too. I wanted to be useful, to serve a purpose for him and now I was doing my duty, I was fulfilling my role as a woman. 

Nothing in this world had made me feel better than I did the moment he came all over my slutty face and said, “Now you are finally trained.” I hadn’t even cum and yet I felt feelings of joy that I had never experienced. I wanted to tell everyone exactly how good I felt, but I had no one to tell. So I’m telling you. To all the women out there, let your men train you to be their little fuck dolls. There is nothing more freeing in this world than being used by cock like you are nothing more than a set of holes. Everything else you’ve heard is lies. This is a true woman’s purpose. 

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