Tell Me More

Tell me more about how you'll train me.

Tell me how you'll teach me to serve you, piece by piece.

Start with my hands. Teach them how to find your dick bulging through the crotch of your pants while we sit on the couch watching movies. Rub my fingertips over the soft fabric covering your dick until I can feel the loose skin around the head rub and catch on your underwear. Make me anticipate that soft, warm skin that drags and rotates around the spongy core of your dick. Show me when to slip my hand into your waistband and grasp for my prize.

Train my eyes to look only to you. To gaze up in reverence and awe as I milk the cum from your cock.

Train my ears to respond to your every command. Teach me to savor every moan and hang on your words like a prophet's.

Train my lungs to long to breathe your spent air as you hunch over me, pounding into me. They're already begging to be pushed to their limit so you can bury the stress of your day in my throat.

Will you coach me on how and when you like your blowjobs? How to wait patiently under the kitchen table for you to come in and sit down after work, muscles tense.

Will you teach me how to keep your cock warm and comfortable in my mouth while you eat dinner? I want to let you vent about your day as I nurse gently on your length. The hunger I feel makes me drool more and it turns your welcome home dinner table blowjob that much sloppier, and I hope you're proud of the progress you've made with me so far.

Tell me what it's like to get to know the ridges of my throat while you teach me to take your whole cock.

Tell me what it's like to touch the bulge of your own dick through the skin of my neck as you pump into me.

Do you feel your power over me?

Do you feel my hormones rush as you push down and down as far into my throat as you can and rub up and up into your palm, jerking yourself off, using my throat as a fleshlight?

My only conscious thought is that I hope I'm pleasing you. The way you treat me makes me want you more.

Each rough twitch of your hips pushes the oxygen in my veins farther and farther. You thrust, grind, and shudder, your thickness and the weight of your hand closing off my air supply once again and I drift further from awareness.

As I drift away from myself, I fall closer and closer to you. My world narrows to you as your rhythmic grunting and thrusts hypnotize me. I fall deeper and deeper into complete rapture. I'm doing what I'm meant to be doing here, worshipping you, recognizing your power. Giving you a place to shoot your precious load.

Please keep training me. Tell me how you like to be sucked. Show me how you want to be kissed and licked, and what it's like to get you erect.

What makes you feel revered? What makes you feel served?

Train me to cum to your smell, your taste, your voice. Train me to lick the cum off my dinner plate and ask for more.

Tell me your favorite methods and routines- how'll you'll start me on my addiction to your cock.

Tell me more about how you'll train me.

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Tell me more about how you'll breed me.

Will you rut my cervix like an animal, the tendons in my hips straining as you pound and push into my womb? How merciless can you get?

Will you knead my breasts as they start to swell with milk for you and our child, torture my nipples as they grow longer and more tender between your teeth?

I long to feel you suck me, to have you link this incredible pleasure to the act of giving you babies. It's a feedback loop locked deep in my brain- each time you drink from my breasts, I whisper a prayer to you, my god, that you'll keep me pregnant as much as you can.

Each time you caress my growing stomach, I feel grateful to you for taking control of me like this, to give me purpose as a breeding vessel.

As I pull my panties up and they start to fill with your thick cum leaking from my messy pussy, I thank you for filling me with load after load of your precious sperm.

Every time you look at me in public, all I want is to feel my cervix twitching, yearning for your dickhead. I want my cunt lips held together with your thick semen so I feel it as I walk.

As I think about the thousands of wriggling, buzzing sperm swimming inside me, hunting and dominating my egg, I surrender my life to you again.

You control every aspect of my orgasm, even though every tiny bead of cum feels like electricity against my cunt. I'm yours to dominate.

Train my heart, changing its rhythm to beat under yours, subservient down to the involuntary tremors of my body.

Ruin me for other cocks.

Tell me more about how you'll breed me.