I can feel my master’s gaze even before he enters the room, and my body responds before my mind can catch up. I sink to my knees, trembling, my hands resting lightly on my thighs, trying to steady the racing of my heart. I whisper to myself, barely audibly, “I’m a submissive slut,” and the words taste like fire on my tongue.
He smiles at me, slow and knowing, and the way he watches me makes me ache to please him. I lower my eyes, my lips parting slightly, desperate for any acknowledgment, any sign that I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. My body is already betraying me… quivering, shivering, yearning to obey every subtle command he might give.
Tonight, it’s just him and me. I feel the weight of his attention on my shoulders, the heat of his presence pressing into my skin. My master kneels before me, and I obey immediately, opening my mouth and letting him see the depth of my submission. I savor the feeling of giving myself entirely, of letting him take control without question. Each tiny movement he permits, forcing his fat cock down my throat makes my pussy throb, driving me further into devotion.
I feel small, yet it’s liberating. Being this vulnerable, this exposed, makes every shiver, every gasp, every subtle whimper mean something. I’m his to guide, to tease, to train, and I love it. The anticipation builds with every second, and I can’t help but imagine how far he’ll test my obedience. I know I’ll follow every command, no hesitation, no resistance, because it’s what I want most… to be molded, used, and completely surrendered.
My master moves me, adjusts me, watches my reactions closely. I respond instantly, my body bending to his direction, my lips and hands performing their roles without a single thought beyond his pleasure. My mind is empty, and in that emptiness, I feel whole. I am nothing but an instrument of his will, and yet I’ve never felt more alive.
Hours could pass like this, and I wouldn’t notice. I live for the way he notices every tiny shiver, every whispered breath, every desperate attempt to show him how devoted I am. When he finally steps back, I feel the weight of satisfaction… mine from obedience, his from control. I’m flushed, trembling, spent in the best possible way. And even now, kneeling at his feet, I know that I would do it all again tomorrow, and the next day, and every day after that, always ready to obey, to serve, to please, waiting on my knees begging for his cum.
