Imagine yourself getting off a train. The whole ride everyone has been glancing at you, and who can blame them. It's that time of year again when you drop everything and make the journey to see me.

Head to toe you are paraded as a cheap whore.

The girly sneakers and fishnet stockings. The denim shorts so small your ass is peeking from underneath it. Your waistline is exposed since your top is a cut-off T-Shirt with the Font “Yes Daddy?”

printed in pink gaudy letters. Your neck is covered by a leather collar with a small clasp and your makeup is overdone and cheap. The glitter eyeshadow, the pink lipgloss, and that pink blush. Even your nails are needlessly bedazzled and far too long.

You look like a pornstar carrying around that large duffle bag. A bag sent to you, and clearly expensive, with a list of items you were meant to bring with you on your journey. You had to ask if any personal items could be added, knowing that it is not up to you what goes in that bag.

Getting off the train you feel everyone's eyes on you as you proudly strut to your Sir waiting cross-armed with a cord in his hand. Me.

Waiting in my pressed cotton suit in navy blue, a grey silk textured tie, and a beige trench coat. I take you all in, pleased you came just as I had instructed you to. Setting the bag by my feet and simply saying “Sir” when meeting my gaze, I smile.

I waste no time, and you don’t protest in the slightest. The cord is applied to your neck and you are tugged along with me out of the station. I don’t care who sees, with both hands on the bright red fabric, I guide you back to my place, tugging just to make you stumble regularly.

Finally, at my door, I snap my fingers for you to be still as I unlock the door, as a good fucktoy would do. As we enter I fasten the leash to a small hook in the hallway as I take the bag to inspect it is all packed, I’ll be retrieving you shortly.

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I bet you're put together. A steady day-to-day like any young lady should have.
Maybe you study all day and hit up your classes when you gotta.
Maybe you're working 9-5 and just waiting for the weekend and the latest ep of your favourite show.
Or maybe you're one of those ditzy homebodies with no real urge for anything besides wearing sweats and smoking weed.
Frankly, I don't care because you don't. Not really. I mean, you're reading this because of that title. Now either something is wrong with you or maybe you finally met someone who gets you. The *real* you. The cumdump.
What I am offering you is a constant. A steady responsibility that will finally scratch that itch.
I am a young professional and a bull. Every day I find myself needing to cum. More than once. And I just don't like porn. Also I don't want to waste my time on someone who can't give me what I want,
Let's get this straight...
To me, getting my dick sucked is barely sex. It's me needing some release and you happen to be using that mouth. Hopefully, you can respect the pace I put you and it will actually be decent.
Fucking you is more like masturbation, for me. Your insides are just what I stroke my cock with. If I blow my load in or on you is barely on my mind. I probably will just be wrapping my hand around your neck or hair or arms or holding your waist as I ram you till I'm spent. Then maybe in an hour, I'll want round 2. Then 4...Then 6...Then 10...
You got 3 holes and I want to switch and use them as I want, when I want. Let it be me focusing on you or while I am watching the telly.
I am going to give you some responsibilities, and some pride in who you are and confidence. With me you are gonna get used to strutting naked and dropping what you are doing to take care of me like the lil pro you are.
So sit up and drop me your asl and Cover letter. You're due an interview.