Damn, you know how to get me hard, dontcha? Sway those wide fucking hips and purse those pretty fucking lips. Look up at me while I pat ya on the head and give you a little kiss. Then you say it. Don’t you always say it?

“I’m your slut, Sir.”

Yeah.

Yeah, you fucking are.

So get down on your knees and shake your fucking tits for me. That’s it, lemme pull your blouse down. Fuck it if I rip it. See what I care. You know I get rough when my cock gets hard. And you get me really fucking hard. Know what I’m saying? You can judge just how good a job you did by how red and bruised your ass is in the morning. You always look so proud when it turns purple.

“Does this mean I did good?” you ask with that little twinkle in your eyes.

So I thumb your nose and pat your ass and say, “Uh-huh, you were such a good girl for me last night. And then you go off to your big girl job doing big girl things and no one knows you were wearing a collar that says “Suckslut” in gold letters ten hours ago. And now you’re wearing the lavender thong I picked out for you this morning.

Think anyone can tell? Maybe sometimes. Do you ever slip up when you’re talking about me? Maybe you say “Daddy and I are–” when someone asks you how you’re going to spend the weekend. Were you really going to tell your co-worker that I’m gonna cuff your hands behind your back, push you against our dresser, and fuck your throat until spit pours between your thighs?

Tsk, tsk, tsk. You should be more careful. One of these days you’re really gonna slip up. And then everyone’ll know you clean my cum off your face four to five times a week. How many loads do you think you’ve swallowed at this point? Christ, it must be a lot. I do finish in your mouth all the fucking time, don’t I? But, what can I say, you deserve it. You should always be tasting my seed on your lips. On the roof of your mouth. The back of your throat. It’s a good reminder that you’re mine.

RIght?

And, listen up honey, when you get home tonight, you’re gonna take off your clothes, put on those black heels and walk to our room. Then you’re gonna wait like a good girl. Because when I get home from work, I wanna see that you’re in your place. On your knees. Mouth wide. Tongue out. Waiting for the bedroom door to open like a good girl.

And when I walk inside and start unbuckling my belt, what are you gonna say?

That’s right: “Welcome home, Sir, how would you like to use me tonight?”