Nothing like feeling a boy literally moan into your pussy when you make him touch himself as he eats you out and listen to you moan cute things like:
"That's all that mouth is good for eating pussy and nothing else" and " I bet you like it when I fuck your face like this and use you like the toy you are"
all while you crush his head between your thighs and watch him slowly lose his ability to function like anything more than a fuckbot.
Today's release is postponed. No, no reason. Your behavior is adequate for release. I just like to do this to you. Because I can.
I'm curious, puppy... how many orgasms do you think you have left in your life?
I mean before I locked your cock and made you a slave you'd be masturbating every day and probably cumming 10 or 20 times a week, that's about a thousand a year. Now you're lucky if you get one a month, that means I've taken away almost 99% of your orgasms! And you know what puppy? I still think you're having far too many...
If you’re beta and like beautiful women (and who doesn’t), you have two choices. You can either be a stud, and fuck all the hot women you want, or you can become a pretty sissy faggot and fuck one really hot girl for the rest of your life (well, technically, she’ll be fucking you, but at least you can say you’ve had sex with her).
And if you’re on my blog and turned on by my stories, the chances of you being the stud are zero, 0% chance, hell less than zero. In fact, let’s whiteboard out some new form of mathematics to equate just how far from zero percent chance of being a stud, you actually are.
You = hot stud {never, 0, like ever, if/than, tiny cock [divided by] infinity}.
There you go, solve that math problem and you can be the stud.
Or, you can keep feminizing until you’re a gurl cutie and become her lesbian girlfriend. Pick the right hottie to fall for though, because she will be an incredibly possessive bitch over her sissygurl. Studs can go days without saying hi but if sissygurl doesn’t check on the hour with Mistress, oof, sissygurl’s getting fucking beat 😈
When you saw her text notification, you paused on cleaning their apartment to see what she needed.
Seeing her eating had you squirming in your cage.
"Thank you. Thank you Goddess." You texted back.
When she had first mentioned the trip to Paris, you had thought she intended for you to come. Maybe you could carry their bags through Paris and drive them around. But after paying for their flight tickets and their hotel, your bank was cleared out.
So, while they enjoyed traveling through the city of love, you stayed in their apartment making sure their dog got fed and the place remained clean. They made it clear though, that even with them gone, you had to sleep on the couch.
"Weclome loser."
The picture was the first message she had sent since they arrived in Paris a week ago. Seeing her so happy and beautyful made you feel elated.
"Stop looking at the pic, n get back to work.
"Yes, Goddess." You said.
Slipping your phone into your apron pocket, you went back to scrubbing their bathroom floor.
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