As a dedicated Submissive slut, I revel in the depravity of my existence, crawling at the feet of those who command me. My body, drenched in the hot, sticky vomit of my masters, is a canvas of devotion, a testament to my unwavering loyalty.
Each day, I crave the sweet, agonizing torment of my masters’ games. Their whips and chains are my anchors, tethering me to the rapture of servitude. I crave their voices, booming with authority and dominance, igniting a furnace of lust within me.
And when that masterful cock dives deep in my throat, I submit, I obey and all that hot puke pours outs. I adore the taste of their power. The weight of their manhood on my tongue is a divine experience, a sacrament I partake in with fervor.
My body, a temple of debasement, demands the training I so desperately need. The training that will reaffirm my place at the feet of my masters. A good Cock worshipping slave deserves to be covered in hot filth. BEING doused in the remnants of their power, is a sight to behold. The hot vomit, a symbol of their dominance, ignites a fire within me, a longing to please, to be used.
I crave their hands pressing down on my head, choking me until I spew. The sensation of their grip, their power over my breath, sends waves of pleasure cascading through me. I am their puppet, their marionette, dancing on strings of submission.