I am on on my hands and knees. A halter top struggles to confine my full breasts, silk stockings cling to my legs; otherwise I am naked save for my collar.
'Heel, bitch.'
You jerk my leash and I crawl to you as a good bitch should, my eyes fixed on your swollen penis, my tongue straying across my lips lasciviously as I take in its smooth hardness. My cunt is so wet it drips and I am filled with a yearning that is mirrored in your eyes -- eyes so full of command that I must obey your every word. Your penis twitches as, reaching you, I sit up and beg, thrusting my breasts up, my nipples showing bullet hard through the thin fabric of my top. I can smell the tang of my cunt even as I drink in your manly scent.
You run your fingers through my hair and I beg like a good bitch, whimpering and nuzzling your thigh.
'Please, sir, may I suck your penis. I'm so hungry for your come, sir. Please make me your come-slut, let me suck you, let me pleasure you, let me suck your cock and drink your come, sir.' I am eager and my voice shows it. I blush to know how much I desire you. How much I desire to be your slut.
You put your penis to my lips and I kiss the tip, licking away a strand of pre-come, swallowing it and purring with pleasure. Your taste is salt-sweet and I adore it. you twist my hair in your fingers and I lick your balls making you moan. I love to hear you moan – to know I have given my master pleasure as a good bitch should. You pull me up; I run my tongue up your shaft, savouring every inch and then I take the head of your penis in your mouth. You hold my head so I can look up at you. Our eyes are locked as you begin to thrust gently into my mouth. I want more. I want it all. I strive to take your full length while you hold you back, a tussle that you finally allow me to win and I take you into my throat, nose pressing my against your abdomen, making me gag.