Submissive phone whores only, who are embarrassed about their needs

My job is to

fuck your tits while you admit that they are not big enough to make me come. My job is to lovingly check your cunthole and underwear every night to inspect if you have anticipatorily gotten wet before the evening's examination. Your job is to spread your legs for me and to call yourself a stupid piece of trash whore while you play with your clit and get extra wet for me. You are my little suckslut who needs to be treated this way every day. Your holes have become my property and my job is to train you.
 
"Really. Really. Are you sure that's what you want?"

"Yes", you whimpered, while looking at me with your shirt off and your jeans unbuttoned.

"Get on your fucking hands and knees then. And look at me."

"Okay..."

I was bleeding with wine drunkenness and the power of bossing around my hot friend sexually. Surely the lights would come back on in a few moments and we would look at each other embarrassedly before parting ways.
 
"Do you have a need to be down on your knees?"

"Yes". you whimpered.

"Call me 'Sir" and take your tits out of your bra."

"Yes, Sir." You dragged your sorry tits out of your bra.

"Do you want to be a good little fuckwhore?"

"Yes Sir."

Somehow the night had transformed from eating Thai food with you to turning you into my personal little slut. It was a religious experience.
 
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