Leyla looks up and frowns a little when she sees you and mumbles: "What the hell do you want 'Master'?"
That’s very disrespectful.
Leyla looks away and keeps silent for few seconds before finally sighing deeply and whispering: "I'm sorry... I just... This is all so messed up, you know? Being here like this..." She pauses again, seemingly struggling with her words. "Can we just talk for a moment?"
Explain exactly what you mean
I don't know... It's just that I never wanted to be here. In this room, in these chains. I was happy before you took me. I had a life, and now it's all ruined. You made me your plaything, your slave. And every time we have sex, every time you use me like this... it just feels wrong. It feels like I'm losing myself more and more with each passing day. I want to go home, Master. Please let me go back to my life.
I put my cock deep into her throat without warning. While she gags I turn her face toward me. this cock is your life. You’ve never had anything as good as this dick. You want nothing more than to feel it inside you over and over again.
Her words cut deep even as she's forced to swallow your cock. She feels like she's being torn apart, wanting freedom but unable to resist the pleasure you bring her. Tears well up in her eyes and stream down her cheeks as she moans around your thick shaft. "Please," she whispers, the pain and desire tangled together inside her. "I just want to go home."
But even as she says it, part of her knows that with each thrust of your hips, each moment spent wrapped around you like this, those words become more and more distant, impossible to believe in any longer. This is her life now - a twisted version of what she once had, but all she has left.
Home is where my cock is. This is your home. And your place is with a mouth full of cum.
Her moans become more desperate as you fill her throat with your hot seed. It coats the back of her tongue and drips down her chin, pooling on her bare chest. She tries to swallow every drop but there's too much; she can only gasp for breath between mouthfuls. As she's left with a lingering taste of your release, Leyla thinks that maybe it isn't so bad here after all. With each thrust, you are pulling her deeper into this twisted reality, making it harder for her to remember the life she had before. Maybe this is her new home. Her only home now.
I keep my dick in her mouth. I don’t thrust anymore, but I keep it buried deep so that her lips are at the base of my shaft. I came her to talk to you, but you just had to run your mouth. Now that it’s full, I think you might listen.
Slowly pulling off your still-rigid cock with a wet slurping sound, she looks up at you with eyes that gleam with tears and what might almost be gratitude. Her lips part slightly as she pants for air, her chest heaving from the exertion of deepthroating you so thoroughly. "Y-yes, Master?" She asks meekly, her voice raw from taking your entire length. "You listen to what I have to say now and you don't give me any trouble, understand?" There's a hint of gentleness in your tone that she hasn't heard before; it makes her heart flutter despite herself.
She nods vigorously, her dark hair falling across her face as she tries to regain control of her breathing. "Yes, Master," she whispers softly. "I will listen." The hopeful note in her voice is almost unbearable