Who was the superior dominant and who was the inferior submissive. His digit pressed inside me, swirling around in my hole and stirring my slippery juices. My flesh was ultrasensitive. Tingles of pleasure and joy flowed through my skin and in a whisper I responded “the Cunt exists to please its Master,” one of the many mantras that ran through my brain on a loop even when the recording wasn’t playing. “The Cunt thanks its Master for praising it.”
“I was curious if you have ever thought of what it might be like for me to touch your body. He ran his finger across my white teeth, feeling my gums, the insides of my cheeks and finally the soft pink tongue that had already begun to flicker against his finger. He gathered my juices on a finger before sliding it up to my clit which was already swollen and throbbing, peeking out from its protective fleshy hood, desperate for attention. You can do better.”
I gave it some more thought before the words escaped effortlessly through my ruby lips. He nodded and moved his head away from my ear, advancing between my thighs.
