Owning a good girl is knowing exactly what she needs. She needs a gentle but firm hand, a routine, steady reassurance- that she’s doing well, she’s serving a purpose, fulfilling a duty.

And when she’s on her knees, hands in her lap, letting her mouth fall open with a “Yes, Sir”— this is what she needs.

Seeing her relax and untense as she takes my cockhead into her mouth, lips wet and soft, and suckles—blinking slowly as she falls into her place—this is what I need. The relief of having my cock pleasured by the girl I’ve trained so well- knowing that I can be that firm, guiding hand for her- burns a fire in my chest like nothing else.

As she blisses out, mind fuzzy and blank except for her task of sucking and pleasuring the cock that owns her, so pliant and sweet as I run a hand through her hair and guide her gently up and down my shaft- “You feel so good, sweetheart. That’s it. You don’t need to think about anything. just keep taking it. Such a pretty girl for me-“ this is where we belong