You wonder if there was really a time when so many of the words leaving your mouth weren’t begging to have it full.

I yank your head back roughly.

On your knees, your arms are restrained behind your back.

You have dark circles under your eyes with lines of black running down your cheeks. A deep red is smeared all around the pretty little hole it decorated.

Desperate, helpless, addicted.

I love transforming you like this.

Putting my other hand on the back of your head, I force you down and push myself back through your lips.

I am conditioning you right now. I am making you more wanton, docile, and depraved.

As I push deeper, you struggle to control your throat. The noises you make are vile and pathetic. You have no intelligible communication. Trying to speak while your mouth is full only increases the amount of saliva escaping and spurting out around your lips.

This is how I use you to put you in your place: to prove to you that the well of your dark desires goes even deeper than you were ever willing or able to realize on your own.

All of this strengthens my control over you. It reinforces your willingness to humiliate yourself for my pleasure. The wetness between your legs reveals that your overwhelming need to be useful exists above your own dignity. Every time I use you like this it becomes harder for you to use your mouth to talk back or protest.

“What are you?” I ask sternly.

You give a useless muffled reply.

I pull you off and slap your face. Then I tighten my grip and ram myself in harder. As I continue thrusting into your throat you feel increasingly light-headed.

You gasp for air when I finally pull out again and give you a moment of respite. I pet your head soothingly and look down at what I have done to you.

You look beaten.

Once you have collected yourself, you look up at me with eyes full of adoration and submission, overcome with feelings of being simultaneously treasured and used.

“What are you?” I ask again.

You continue looking up at me with those dazed, innocent, pleading eyes.

“I am your property.”