Are you ready for your forced facesitting fantasy?
Hahaha that’s a silly question isn’t it, slave? When you sit alone jerking your cock to thoughts of your forced facesitting fantasy, you imagine lots of naughty things. Kinky things, wicked things. You immerse yourself in the sensations of being trapped beneath my powerful thighs. I bet you even imagine how sweet my pussy juice would taste and feel as it coats your face. But being asked permission doesn’t cross your mind. How could it when being forced to be a fuckdoll is so delicious to you?
You love thinking of every detail, but the reason you call me late at night isn’t to have me recite your fantasy back to you. That’s not what a forced facesitting fantasy is about. When you imagine yourself trapped beneath me, gasping for air as I use you to get off, consent is the furthest thing from your mind.
No, you call me for fetish phone sex because you know my mind is twisted, slutty, and extremely greedy. I want to get off over and over, and you can hear it in every little noise I make and every taboo thing I make you do for me.
You’re mine and you know it.
You know yourself. You could set up a real date to lick and suck a real snatch, but you know you’d pussy out at the last second. Hahaha, you probably already tried that route. Better be careful, slut. Act like much more of a bitch and I’ll enroll you in my forced sissy training. I’m a corrupter of weak men so tread lightly, whore.
There’s nothing hotter to you than being used as a sex toy, your own pleasure completely taken off the table, and that works for me! I want to ride your face for hours as you beg for a break. Sure, I’ll laugh at your torment. I might even ride you harder. But you know you’re right where you deserve to be.
First, I have to catch you, though. When I snatch up my kinky little pussy licking freak, you’ll never see it coming. And that’s just the way I like it. You aren’t quite a girl, so abducting you isn’t necessary…but a well-timed blow to the head after I’ve lured you in? Maybe not necessary, but sure to put a smile on my face, none the less.
My fantasy…
You looked so desperate waiting on a date that never showed. The way you begged the waitress not to kick you out at closing was especially touching. If I had a heart you might have made me tear up, but I was on the hunt. When I’m prowling for a man to eat me out for hours, there is no pity. Just opportunity. And the way you let yourself become distracted was the perfect opportunity.
Oh, your poor confused mind. I bet you’re trying to piece together what happened and why your head hurts so much right now. Do you remember getting in my car? Don’t worry about it. You have more pressing concerns right now.
Look around, you broken shell of a man. This house is in the middle of nowhere, and it wouldn’t even matter if it wasn’t. The moment you try to scream, I’m going to smother you with my pussy.
Actually, I’m going to smother you with my pussy anyway. For hours. Your tongue will tire, your dick will leak, and your sanity will escape you as I grind my hips into you as I cum over and over again. You aren’t ready, but I sure am. Your Mistress has even stocked the mini-fridge with Poweraid…nothing worse for a clit than a dry tongue!
Now, open wide!
