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So you think you want to be my bitch? Don’t make me laugh. You think you get to bear that title just by asking? Better think again little boy. First of all you have to prove your worth and of course you have to really, really want it.
You’re so young, so inexperienced. You’ve barely had more than a fumble with some young chickie in the back seat of your dad’s car, and yet you think you can be my bitch.
My heart goes out to you – it really does. Seeing you kneeling there – so contrite, so submissive. So deliciously innocent. Your flesh is smooth and completely unmarked. For now. I almost feel sorry for you – almost. You thought I’d be flattered when you said you wanted to be my bitch. You thought you were offering ME something didn’t you? What did you think it meant? That you only had to say the words and it was done? What you failed to understand – or rather one of the many things you failed to understand – was that it’s not about what YOU want – it’s about what I want and about what I’ll permit. What I won’t permit is some little boy making demands. Even kneeling hurt your feelings didn’t it? Made your smooth baby face go all red with indignation. Still, you did it. You whined and complained, but you bent your knees. I suppose you thought that because I didn’t say any words to you, that I hadn’t noticed or that I wasn’t going to punish you for it. Oh, little boy, you have so much to learn. You see, I know I told you that for a novice like you – a virgin – I always use the smallest of my strap-on dildos. The one that’s little larger than my index finger. But time has moved on since then. Things have changed. Your insolence, your wilfulness, your nonchalant attitude to what you’re about to become must be quashed. You need to be taken down a peg or two. Or should that be “taken up a dildo or two”? I won’t leave you kneeling there for long. I’m too eager to proceed. Aroused by your submission, by the anticipation of what’s to come. You think you know what to expect, but you have no idea.
You gasp a little when you feel my finger probing you. Is it the cold gel that made you gasp, or was it the first stirrings of arousal? I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that you can handle this. That this is nothing. This finger sliding slowly in and out brings only pleasure and no pain at all. That dildo I showed you was only a little larger, so… It’s just as well you can’t see my face – can’t see my smile as I spread the lube on the largest dildo I possess – 9″ and thick enough… well you’ll find out.
If you gasped when you felt my finger, then what sound will you make when I press the head of my bitch-maker against your tender flesh? I can’t wait to find out. I grasp your hair in my left hand, pulling your head back painfully. I position the dildo’s head against your tight, puckered little hole and take a deep breath. Perhaps you’d better take one too – bitch!
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