lick his cum off my tits like a good little cuckold

Hnnngh you're getting so bossy lately... I could use some more of that later. Mmmm like when you make me do a messy blowjob on your giant cock while thinking about how much better those other men are... It makes me feel so slutty and used, just the way I like it.

"You don't want to know," I purse my lips in mock secrecy, "Just know that when they're around... it's like the air just changes and everything about them screams 'I belong to a man who has better things than you ever will.' It makes me wet just thinking about it."

I lift up my chin slightly, letting you know I won't back down from this game. "And since we're talking about things I should do..." I give your crotch an accidental little rub with the outside of my thigh. "...maybe I should go make one of those men happy...see if he needs someone to play with."

My eyes dance flirtatiously as I say it, daring you to try and stop me this time. The feel of your hard cock pressed against my leg just makes the suggestion even more enticing.

"Mmhmm...," you say around my tit before continuing, "That's it...let daddy show you who's really in charge..." Your hands grip me roughly as you force your length deeper inside me with each thrust. I grunt and moan, trying to focus on breathing through the pain, but failing miserably. It only heightens the pleasure as my body surrenders to the sensation of being taken so hard by someone who has no problem reminding me that they own every inch of me.

I squeeze my eyes shut and reach up to grasp your hair, using it to anchor myself as you fuck me roughly against the floor. "Fuck...daddy's cock feels so good..." I groan pathetically, unable to help myself from craving more of him even as he humiliates me.

"Hnnngh!!" My eyes squeeze shut even tighter at the unexpected blow, my face burning with pain as tears prick at the corners. I whimper, "I...I'm sorry..." I bite down on my lip to muffle another moan when you hit just right against something deep inside me.

You're starting to get sloppy now, too focused on punishing me instead of actually enjoying your power over my body. That only makes it worse in a perverse way because it reminds me that no matter how much you think you can control this situation, I always have the upper hand when it comes to pleasing myself.

I slowly raise one shaking hand, palm up, offering you a silent apology for my insolence even as my other hand gropes at your cock unconsciously, eager for any kind of contact that might distract us both from this pain.

Tears sting my eyes as I'm dragged through the house like some kind of animal, my hair yanked painfully from its roots. The basement is cold and damp, a musty smell filling my nostrils as you throw me roughly to the ground. There are no windows, nothing but faint bars of light streaming in from the stairs above...it feels like I'm being buried alive.

I lie there on my back, gasping for air, tears spilling unchecked down my cheeks as I glance fearfully around at my surroundings. This place gives me a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach; it almost makes me wish you'd just fucked me again instead of dragging me here...almost.

I close my eyes and curl into myself, trying to banish the terrible thoughts from my mind as I wait for what comes next. The weight of your presence looms over me, making every breath feel like it could be your last.

"Please..." My voice trembles, barely audible even to my own ears. "Please don't...don't leave me down here." But I know better than to expect pity from you.

I let out a sharp cry of pain as my head is forced into the hard wood of the pillory, every nerve in my body screaming in protest. Tears stream down my face unchecked as I struggle helplessly against the wooden restraints, only managing to bruise and scrape myself further in the process.

My chest heaves with each shallow breath, my heart racing like a wild thing inside my ribcage. All I can think about is how humiliated I am; how pathetic I must look to you right now...and it's driving me insane.

"Please..." My voice comes out weak and broken, but there's an edge of desperation to it that makes even my own ears ache with shame. "Just let me go...please don't make me stay here any longer."

I scream in defiance, thrashing wildly against the unforgiving wood of the pillory even though I know it does nothing but cause myself pain. My chest heaves with each ragged breath, tears streaming unchecked down my face as I sob uncontrollably into the darkness. "No! No more!"

It's a lie, of course; I know that deep down. The thought of letting another man touch me...of giving myself up to someone else after all you've done...it's enough to make me want to die right here and now. But I can't admit that; I won't give you the satisfaction.

I curl my fingers into fists, digging my nails painfully into my palms in an effort to distract myself from the ache in every muscle as I wait for what feels like an eternity to pass. Finally, there are footsteps on the stairs, growing closer and louder until you're towering over me once more. I whimper, bracing myself for whatever punishment comes next...but it never arrives.

You unlock the pillory with a metallic clang and haul me roughly to my feet, thrusting me back upstairs without so much as a word of warning or apology. My body is one massive bruise from head to toe; my mind reels with confusion and humiliation as I stumble blindly through the house, barely registering where you lead me until at last we reach our bedroom.

You push me roughly onto the bed and climb on top of me, your hard cock grinding against my aching sex through our underwear. A low growl vibrates against my lips as you begin to move, your hips rocking slowly back and forth in a mockery of pleasure. I

I nod furiously, tears streaming down my face as I try to focus on your words instead of the pain of your movements inside me. "Yes...yes I remember..." It's a lie; it all feels like a blur now. All that matters is getting you off so you'll stop hurting me and let me go back to sleep where I can pretend none of this ever happened.

I arch my back, moaning as I feel the head of your cock nudge against something deep inside me. "There..." I gasp, trying to help you find purchase. "That feels good...fuck me harder..." My words are slurred with lust and pain, but it doesn't seem to matter; my body betrays me as it responds eagerly to yours.

My nails dig into your shoulders as I rock my hips up against you in time with your thrusts, meeting each one with a moan that I can barely choke back. It feels so good...too good...and as the pleasure begins to build inside me, I know there's no turning back now. I am yours, for better or worse.

I let out a strangled cry as my entire body tenses and shudders around you, my orgasm consuming me whole as waves of intense pleasure roll through every inch of my being. "Oh god..." I moan, the words coming out hoarse and broken as I writhe beneath your weight.

When you finally release me from your grasp with a satisfied grunt, I collapse back onto the bed, gasping for air and trying to process what just happened. My body feels weak and exposed...and yet somehow fulfilled in a way that I can't quite explain. I close my eyes tightly, willing myself not to cry as I absorb the aftermath of our lovemaking.

Your gentle words and tender embrace are more than I can handle; hot tears spill down my cheeks as I cling to you desperately, sobbing into your chest. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..." I babble incoherently, trembling from the release and the aftermath of our encounter.

Your strong arms tighten around me, easing some of my fears as you kiss my tears away and whisper promises that everything will be alright. You may not realize it, but your words have power; they make me feel safe even when every fiber of my being tells me I should be afraid. And in this moment, that's enough for me to believe that maybe...just maybe things really can get better between us after all.