You love to play with yourself with the filth I write, don’t you, slut? Now you’re going to show me how you do it. Just for me, and this time, not only for your amusement, but also mine.
What a desperate whore you are. You lost the shame you had the moment you realized your cunt is all that matters to you, right? You disgust me, fuckslut, and at the same time, you fascinate me.
Your sisters boyfriend keeps you locked 24/7 and has done since you moved in 6 months ago, he makes you ride a dildo infront of them whenever you want to cum.
Brats are so easy to keep under control if you know how to deal with them. They submit so easily if you know which buttons to push – or decide not to push, depending on their behaviour.
They keep provoking, keep on acting like they’re in control, like they could pin you down and take over you, like they know how to manipulate you into doing what they want. They think they know what to say to make you angry and give them the punishment they crave.
But I can play this game just as well. Every time you choose to misbehave, knowing that you are in fact misbehaving, I will just ignore it, encourage you even. Suprise you with my reaction – irritate you. Every time I’ll smile and act like I don’t give a damn.
Oh, my boy, you’ll turn angry and frustrated so fast – it’s no fun at all to get beaten at your own game now, is it? It’s no fun to not get what you want so badly. Want turns into need so quickly, too, doesn’t it? And trust me, I’ll notice the exact moment when you finally realized you lost. I’ll be there then, with a firm voice and a firmer grip around your throat, both so badly needed, and I’ll give you a chance to submit. Without protest, without provokations.
If you’ve struggled long enough already, if the need has grown strong enough, you’ll go down to your knees so easily and willingly, and I’ll give you what you need – a good, hard punishment and afterwards one of the best sessions you’ve ever had.
If you still struggle though and you still got enough strength in you to let out a filthy comment – we’ll start again. Same old game, around and around it goes… until you’ve reached your breaking point.
You think you’re in control? You think you could be in control? Let’s play a game and show you how very wrong you are, brat.
make me, daddy 