Good thing you stopped bobbing around honey so you could finely squirt…
This is not my girl. This one is a substitute. An understudy. It is not as tall, so I make it wear heels to compensate. It poses and spends its free time naked as I test new ideas on it, so that on the night, with my girl, the girl I want, I’m together, practiced, effortlessly collected.
This cunt takes the sprains, the bad hits, the numb fingers. This cunt takes the knocks. This cunt holds awkward poses while I plan a beating. She does it without complaint, even responding to the name that isn’t hers. Sometimes she cries, before stopping herself and apologising. I’ve sent her home for less.
She loves, adores, worships me and knows what I’m doing to her is monstrous. She would love me for this alone, but knowing the lengths I go to for my girl she can’t help but feel impressed. She’s proud and sickened to just be a small, invisible part of my happiness.
I have not fucked it. I will not for the foreseeable future. It knows that sooner or later, I will get bored with my girl, and it hopes that it will be pleasing enough to be given a chance. It needs an owner that respects his property enough to use an understudy for the drudgery. It wants an owner that respects its property enough to never fuck that understudy.
Today it serves, and hopes for a better tomorrow.
Mmm, this is sexy. A cunt, lowest in the food chain, taking all the shit…(viaTumbleOn)
Being bound on the Sybian makes time go slowly.