I have been kneeling on this cold floor all week, trembling with an ache that only you can soothe, waiting for the moment you finally reclaimed your property. Engaging in this submissive phone chat is the only way I can truly feel your presence vibrating through my soul until I am back at your feet. I can feel the heavy weight of the steel collar around my neck, a constant reminder that I belong to you, and the way you tug on the chain makes my breath hitch and my thighs go weak.
I know you’re aching, Master; I know those big, black, juicy, “heavy balls” are screaming to be drained, and there is nothing in this world that makes me feel more purposeful than serving as your personal vessel. I am your obedient slut, ready to take every inch of you exactly how you demand it. When you command me to look up at you and prepare for what’s coming, I whisper, “Yes Master, anything for you,” because my only goal is your absolute satisfaction.
As you describe the way you’re going to use my mouth, my “nigger pussy” gets instantly wet, dripping with the need to please you. You tell me to open wide, to prepare for the thick, throbbing length of your cock, and I obey without a second thought. I want to feel you hit the back of my throat, gagging me with your authority while you wrap your hand around my hair and guide my head with primal force.
I want you to use me like the object I am, demanding I suck it the right way, swirling my tongue around the head of your dick until you’re shaking with the need to blow your “yummy sticky cum”. There’s nothing innocent in the way I want to serve you; there is only raw, vulgar necessity and the heat between my legs. I want to hear the filthiest words come out of your mouth as you tell me how much you’ve wanted to use my throat as your “happy place”.
The more cum the better. Whatever you need to do to relieve your stress, I will swallow every warm drop with my mouth open wide, grateful for the taste of your dominance. My life has no meaning if I am not being used by you. Whether you are breeding my holes or making me crawl on all fours while you whip my “nigger skin”, I am here to take it all.
Master, please, don’t hold back. I want to feel the full weight of your release flooding my mouth, proving that I’ve done my job and drained you completely. I am your addicted little whore, and I will be here, chained and ready, every single time you need to empty yourself into me. I submit my entire existence to your pleasure and your command.
Donatella
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