Blissful Submission
Blissful Submission
In his brightly lit fancy room, there's a palpable tension, a feverish, lustful energy that hangs heavy in the air as I stand before him.
I am a sissy bimbo slut, trembling with anticipation as the strong, dominant owner of the mansion stands before me and slowly begins to undress me.
His touch is firm and possessive, sending shivers of anticipation racing down my spine as he bares me to my most vulnerable state.
With each piece of clothing that falls away, I feel a surge of excitement coursing through me, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and desire as I eagerly await his next move.
And then, with a predatory gleam in his eyes, he reaches out, his fingers trailing down my exposed skin with a tantalizing touch that sets my senses ablaze.
As his hand moves lower and lower. I feel a rush of heat flooding my hips as his fingers slip between the cheeks of my ass, spreading me open with a possessive force that leaves me gasping for breath.
His touch is firm and insistent as he coats his fingers with slick, slippery lube, preparing me for what is to come.
And then, just when I think I can take no more, I release some drops of pre-cum from my limp girly cock as evidence of a premature orgasm as he presses the head of his cock against my eager entrance, his eyes burning with raw desire as he begins to push inside.
The sensation is overwhelming, a mixture of pleasure and pain that leaves me trembling with ecstasy as he fills me to the brim with his throbbing rock hard member.
With each powerful thrust, I feel myself being driven to the brink of madness, my body trembling with the force of his desire as he takes me with a relentless passion that manages to break my weak deranged mind, making me prone to the most extreme perversions.
And as he claims me as his own, I find solace in the knowledge that I am fulfilling my destiny, to be the ultimate sissy bimbo slut, forever craving the intoxicating thrill of surrender and submission to the insatiable lust of those who would use me for their own pleasure.
Now I kneel before him, a willing supplicant to his massive rock hard cock that dwarf me in size, my mouth watering with anticipation as I prepare to worship him with my eager, submissive lips, tongue and throat.
He stands before me, a vision of strength and power, his long, thick throbbing cock stands hard and proud before me, while his balls hang filled with my creamy reward.
I just cant help but to cry out loud: “How is this even real? How can it be so huge and heavy? Just holding it with my hands is like a whole workout for my arms!”
With trembling hands, I reach out to caress his length, feeling the heat emanating from his skin, the sheer power of his arousal intoxicating me.
Leaning forward, I press my lips to the tip of his cock, tasting the salty tang of his desire and the taste of my own ass, as I eagerly take him into my mouth.
His moans fill the air, a symphony of pleasure that drives me to new heights of ecstasy as I suck and kiss his incredibly long cock with abandon.
Each stroke of my tongue sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him, his hips bucking against me in a primal rhythm of lust and desire.
As I take his colossal member into my mouth, my senses ablaze with the intoxicating taste and scent of his masculine essence.
Each powerful thrust drives me deeper into a frenzy of lust and desire, my body trembling with anticipation as I surrender myself completely to his overwhelming presence.
With each pulsating throb, I feel his hot, sticky cum exploding inside my mouth, sometimes, very deep down my throat, and other times onto my face, coating me in a deliciously perverse baptism of lust and submission.
The sensation is overwhelming, a heady mix of pleasure and degradation that leaves me gasping for breath, my skin glistening with the evidence of my own depravity.
But even as I revel in the sheer beauty of it all, I find myself craving more, more sensation, more ecstasy, more debauchery.
And so I continue to worship at the altar of his desire, my face and body a canvas already covered by his thick, sticky unlimited essence.
I again lean forward, my lips parting to taste the intoxicating essence of his arousal. My tongue dances across the velvety skin of his balls, tracing delicate circles around their sensitive contours, eliciting a guttural moan of pleasure from deep within his throat.
As I lavish attention upon his throbbing member, my hands roam freely over his body, exploring every ridge and contour with feverish abandon.
I am lost in a haze of lust and desire, my senses overwhelmed by the heady aroma of his musk and the intoxicating taste of his skin.
With each sensual stroke, I feel a surge of pleasure course through me, my own arousal building with every passing moment.
I am consumed by an insatiable hunger, a desperate need to taste every inch of him, to drink in the essence of his desire until I am utterly intoxicated by it.
And as I take again him into my mouth, engulfing him with a voracious hunger that knows no bounds, I am lost in the ecstasy of the moment.
My lips caress his throbbing shaft, while my tongue dances across his sensitive tip, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body.
I am his willing servant, his devoted disciple of pleasure, forever enslaved to the dizzying thrill of surrender and submission to his dominating presence.
And in this moment of pure, unadulterated bliss, I am content to lose myself in the rapture of his touch, forever lost in the depths of his desire.
My own arousal is building with each passing moment as I give myself over completely to the luxury of pleasuring him.
He stands before me, a vision of primal masculinity, his colossal and powerful member pulsating with raw desire, while my own limp cock hangs flaccid and unresponsive between my thighs.
His hands tangle in my hair, guiding me with a firm touch, urging me on as I keep drinking from his fountain of ever flowing fertile essence.
I find myself enveloped in a haze of unrestrained lust and debauchery, my senses overwhelmed by the heady aroma of sex and the intoxicating taste of his inexhaustible seed.
With a hungry desperation that borders on madness, I eagerly take him into my mouth, my lips parting to engulf him with a voracious hunger that knows no bounds.
His throbbing shaft fills my mouth, stretching my lips to their limits as I eagerly suck and stroke him, my tongue dancing across his sensitive tip in a frenzied dance of pleasure.
As I lavish attention upon him, my own arousal grows with each passing moment, my limp cock unable to keep pace with the relentless onslaught of deranged lust that courses through me.
Its feeble attempts at arousal, produce nothing but a pathetic dribble of pre-cum that serves as a sweet and cute reminder of my well deserved impotence.
With each passing moment, he grows closer to the edge of his carnal satiety, his moans of pleasure echoing through the room like a symphony of debauchery.
And as he finally reaches the pinnacle of his pleasure, I am filled with a sense of satisfaction, knowing that I have brought him to his climax by simply being just another piece of fuck toy used for his daily release, and that maybe tomorrow he will discard me and choose another one instead.
But even as his release washes over me in waves of ecstasy, I find myself craving more, my own hunger for his essence driving me to new heights of depravity.
With each powerful spurt of his seed, I eagerly drink down his immense loads of semen, savouring the taste of his desire as it coats my tongue and fills my mouth with its thick, creamy goodness.
I am acutely aware of my place, a mere plaything for the amusement of real men, forever bound by desire and consumed by the intoxicating thrill of surrender and submission.
And as they look down at me with satisfaction, I realize that I am exactly where I belong, kneeling under their command, at their mercy, forever craving the next delicious taste of their dominance.
In his brightly lit fancy room, there's a palpable tension, a feverish, lustful energy that hangs heavy in the air as I stand before him.
I am a sissy bimbo slut, trembling with anticipation as the strong, dominant owner of the mansion stands before me and slowly begins to undress me.
His touch is firm and possessive, sending shivers of anticipation racing down my spine as he bares me to my most vulnerable state.
With each piece of clothing that falls away, I feel a surge of excitement coursing through me, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and desire as I eagerly await his next move.
And then, with a predatory gleam in his eyes, he reaches out, his fingers trailing down my exposed skin with a tantalizing touch that sets my senses ablaze.
As his hand moves lower and lower. I feel a rush of heat flooding my hips as his fingers slip between the cheeks of my ass, spreading me open with a possessive force that leaves me gasping for breath.
His touch is firm and insistent as he coats his fingers with slick, slippery lube, preparing me for what is to come.
And then, just when I think I can take no more, I release some drops of pre-cum from my limp girly cock as evidence of a premature orgasm as he presses the head of his cock against my eager entrance, his eyes burning with raw desire as he begins to push inside.
The sensation is overwhelming, a mixture of pleasure and pain that leaves me trembling with ecstasy as he fills me to the brim with his throbbing rock hard member.
With each powerful thrust, I feel myself being driven to the brink of madness, my body trembling with the force of his desire as he takes me with a relentless passion that manages to break my weak deranged mind, making me prone to the most extreme perversions.
And as he claims me as his own, I find solace in the knowledge that I am fulfilling my destiny, to be the ultimate sissy bimbo slut, forever craving the intoxicating thrill of surrender and submission to the insatiable lust of those who would use me for their own pleasure.
Now I kneel before him, a willing supplicant to his massive rock hard cock that dwarf me in size, my mouth watering with anticipation as I prepare to worship him with my eager, submissive lips, tongue and throat.
He stands before me, a vision of strength and power, his long, thick throbbing cock stands hard and proud before me, while his balls hang filled with my creamy reward.
I just cant help but to cry out loud: “How is this even real? How can it be so huge and heavy? Just holding it with my hands is like a whole workout for my arms!”
With trembling hands, I reach out to caress his length, feeling the heat emanating from his skin, the sheer power of his arousal intoxicating me.
Leaning forward, I press my lips to the tip of his cock, tasting the salty tang of his desire and the taste of my own ass, as I eagerly take him into my mouth.
His moans fill the air, a symphony of pleasure that drives me to new heights of ecstasy as I suck and kiss his incredibly long cock with abandon.
Each stroke of my tongue sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him, his hips bucking against me in a primal rhythm of lust and desire.
As I take his colossal member into my mouth, my senses ablaze with the intoxicating taste and scent of his masculine essence.
Each powerful thrust drives me deeper into a frenzy of lust and desire, my body trembling with anticipation as I surrender myself completely to his overwhelming presence.
With each pulsating throb, I feel his hot, sticky cum exploding inside my mouth, sometimes, very deep down my throat, and other times onto my face, coating me in a deliciously perverse baptism of lust and submission.
The sensation is overwhelming, a heady mix of pleasure and degradation that leaves me gasping for breath, my skin glistening with the evidence of my own depravity.
But even as I revel in the sheer beauty of it all, I find myself craving more, more sensation, more ecstasy, more debauchery.
And so I continue to worship at the altar of his desire, my face and body a canvas already covered by his thick, sticky unlimited essence.
I again lean forward, my lips parting to taste the intoxicating essence of his arousal. My tongue dances across the velvety skin of his balls, tracing delicate circles around their sensitive contours, eliciting a guttural moan of pleasure from deep within his throat.
As I lavish attention upon his throbbing member, my hands roam freely over his body, exploring every ridge and contour with feverish abandon.
I am lost in a haze of lust and desire, my senses overwhelmed by the heady aroma of his musk and the intoxicating taste of his skin.
With each sensual stroke, I feel a surge of pleasure course through me, my own arousal building with every passing moment.
I am consumed by an insatiable hunger, a desperate need to taste every inch of him, to drink in the essence of his desire until I am utterly intoxicated by it.
And as I take again him into my mouth, engulfing him with a voracious hunger that knows no bounds, I am lost in the ecstasy of the moment.
My lips caress his throbbing shaft, while my tongue dances across his sensitive tip, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body.
I am his willing servant, his devoted disciple of pleasure, forever enslaved to the dizzying thrill of surrender and submission to his dominating presence.
And in this moment of pure, unadulterated bliss, I am content to lose myself in the rapture of his touch, forever lost in the depths of his desire.
My own arousal is building with each passing moment as I give myself over completely to the luxury of pleasuring him.
He stands before me, a vision of primal masculinity, his colossal and powerful member pulsating with raw desire, while my own limp cock hangs flaccid and unresponsive between my thighs.
His hands tangle in my hair, guiding me with a firm touch, urging me on as I keep drinking from his fountain of ever flowing fertile essence.
I find myself enveloped in a haze of unrestrained lust and debauchery, my senses overwhelmed by the heady aroma of sex and the intoxicating taste of his inexhaustible seed.
With a hungry desperation that borders on madness, I eagerly take him into my mouth, my lips parting to engulf him with a voracious hunger that knows no bounds.
His throbbing shaft fills my mouth, stretching my lips to their limits as I eagerly suck and stroke him, my tongue dancing across his sensitive tip in a frenzied dance of pleasure.
As I lavish attention upon him, my own arousal grows with each passing moment, my limp cock unable to keep pace with the relentless onslaught of deranged lust that courses through me.
Its feeble attempts at arousal, produce nothing but a pathetic dribble of pre-cum that serves as a sweet and cute reminder of my well deserved impotence.
With each passing moment, he grows closer to the edge of his carnal satiety, his moans of pleasure echoing through the room like a symphony of debauchery.
And as he finally reaches the pinnacle of his pleasure, I am filled with a sense of satisfaction, knowing that I have brought him to his climax by simply being just another piece of fuck toy used for his daily release, and that maybe tomorrow he will discard me and choose another one instead.
But even as his release washes over me in waves of ecstasy, I find myself craving more, my own hunger for his essence driving me to new heights of depravity.
With each powerful spurt of his seed, I eagerly drink down his immense loads of semen, savouring the taste of his desire as it coats my tongue and fills my mouth with its thick, creamy goodness.
I am acutely aware of my place, a mere plaything for the amusement of real men, forever bound by desire and consumed by the intoxicating thrill of surrender and submission.
And as they look down at me with satisfaction, I realize that I am exactly where I belong, kneeling under their command, at their mercy, forever craving the next delicious taste of their dominance.
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