Need Over Fear

You bruised me.
My lips are swollen from your attack.
My mouth hurts to the touch- and yet you keep touching.

There was no gentleness this time.
I didn't exisit.
Exactly the way I like it.
You had a need and took what was yours
To fufill it.
Your property. Exactly the way I like it.
Your hot cum still burns my throat, deep into my belly.

Sir. I can't breathe, Sir. Sir!
I cry from being brutalized and fully exposed. But, my pussy is wet, Sir.
More, Sir. Please, Sir. Sir!

I'm suspended by my fear of what is seen and cannot be unseen.
From the emotions, stirrings, or lack thereof within you, sir.
To not arouse you is a failure of the saddest kind.
Do you trust I will always be pleasant to you, Sir?
That your sight won't betray your mouth?
Do you expect that I should fail because of what I represent?
Tell me, please, convince me I am wanted.
I'm just new, Sir. I need breath Sir, please.

Sometimes it hurts because you are closing in.
Other times because you are away, unattached.
My mind races and tries to negotiate escape from exposure.
My mind races and tries to save whatever protection I thought could hide me.
What of all of this?

I don't remember anything about your face, but I know your cock curves beautifully and ever so slightly left at the tip.

Focus. Right now he has a need and I have the most high honour of filling it.
Yours.
Through the sweat and tears of a used slut you will always hear from me....
Please and Thank you, Sir.