"Sit."
As she walks in the door, he stands before her undressed. She sits on the bed and looks up at him.
"Are you ready to be a good girl?" he asks evenly.
"Yes Sir" she says softly.
"Are you going to be my slut and let me use you how I want?"
"Yes Sir."
"Are you going to do everything I command?"
"Yes Sir."
"Who owns you?"
"You, Sir."
"Take off your shirt."
His eyes are on hers and she takes her shirt off.
"Now your bra."
She reaches behind to unclasp her bra and it drops down her arms onto her lap. Involuntarily, she crosses her arms over her naked breasts.
"Don't act like you don't know what you are, whore" he says evenly, "put your arms down." The last words sound a little deeper in his throat.
She drops her arms. "Yes Sir."
"Stand up."
She stands.
"Take off your pants."
She unfastens and unzips her pants. As she bends to push them down her legs, his hand grasps her hair at the top of her head. She gasps.
"On your knees," he growls.
She is forced down to her knees. His huge erect cock is in front of her face.
"Suck it like you need it."
She goes to take his cock in her mouth, tongue moving forward between lips. He grabs her by her hair and pulls her hair back. She whines.
"You suck it and lick it and want it, whore," he says, "or there is punishment. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir" she says breathlessly.
Her head is forced down again and onto his cock. Hardness fills her mouth and the tip of his cock touches her throat." She moans and then gags and chokes. Saliva follows her mouth as it is pulled off his cock.
"Like that," he says huskily, "or I'll do it for you, bitch." His hand releases from her hair.
She nods and bends her mouth to take his wet cock into her throat. She alternates between sucking and licking, sometimes taking him fully into her mouth to gag and choke. Often, his hand reaches down and hold her head there, pushing her further. Her eyes water and tears stream down her face. She can't breathe. She moans.
"You really like that cock in your mouth, don't you? You just love sucking that dick. What a cum slut you are."
When she feels like her mouth can take no more, his hand wraps in her hair and pulls her up until she is standing. His hands leave her hair and wrap around her throat.
"You are a mess. Look what a mess you are. Do you like being a mess?"
She nods, feeling his strong hands gripping her throat. She touches his hands, so strong.
His hands leave her throat and grab her breasts roughly. She gasps from his touch. His hands clench her breasts and twist her nipples. She whines and moans. He shakes her slightly by pulling on her nipples. The pain is intense and bursts through her body. She gasps deeply, loudly.
"You like being used by me, don't you?" he says calmly.
"Yes Sir" she says, the words caught in her throat, breathless.
"You like being my whore, don't you?" His words deepen again.
"Yes Sir" she says, whining at the last word and he turns her around.