hearing those words from a submissive- so sure of themselves and determined to do their duty, but so desperate to do so. The craving is in the almost quiver of their voice and their unwavering gaze, eyes shining as they look up at me from where they’re knelt. “Please,” they’ll add quietly, because they know that polite pets beg properly.

that singular phrase, the admission of their place- setting down their control and entrusting their body, their pleasure, their orgasms to me- I can physically feel the rush: the heat in my face and the hot flush running down my spine. The pounding in my head as I slowly run my fingers through her hair, tugging just enough to tilt her chin back. “Open that mouth, sweetheart.” Guiding the tip of my cock to those swollen lips- “You need this, hm? Need me to use your throat?”

the shy nod that follows, pretty mouth and tongue falling open for me, and only for me, instantly flips a switch.

I’m in control of her. But when she says those words I’m under her spell. how can I not take over fuck her mouth when she’s asking so prettily? When she’s wet and dripping at the thought of serving, so desperate to be a good girl, it’s on me to make sure she gets to suck cock, mind fuzzy and blank, petting her hair, cheekbones, tell her how gorgeous she looks taking everything I give her. Pressing her down as I finish down her throat- “That’s it. Concentrate on me, baby. swallow. Feel so good- such a good fucking girl-“

Her dazed, flushed expression as I slowly pull her off, drink with lust as I thumb away the drool and cum at the edge of her lips. “was that okay, sir?” she’ll whisper.

and I’m under the spell all over again- pulling her into my lap and holding her close, leaving kisses all over her precious blushy face. “Of course, sweetheart, you did so well for me. let me make you feel good now.”