I want to play.
My wet and aching pussy begs me to touch it. I want to finger each of my tight little holes while I caress my throbbing clit, squirming and bucking while I reach climax, my body pulsing and rocking as I cry out.
I promised to behave, though. I touch the bell on the collar that Master has given to me not so long ago, reminding myself whose property I am. My body belongs to Master, for his pleasure. My pleasure is pleasing him. Cumming when he tells me to, like an obedient girl. Waiting for his permission. Asking Master which hole he'd like to fuck, and begging him to punish my tight cunt or ass when I've been bad. And sometimes even when I haven't been. I like it to hurt sometimes, just a bit, as he stretches me open and fills me up. I enjoy the satisfaction of being owned and used, like a whore.
I jingle the bell again. I am Master's pet. His little cockslut. And I will wait for his return, a time at which I fully expect to be wide-eyed and desperate for his affection.
"Please, Master? Oh please. Please take me... I've been so good for you. I need your cock inside me."
"Beg for it, you little whore. Tell Master how good it feels to have your little cunt fucked. It belongs to me. So do you. Take it, slut. Take it like a good girl."