Obedience

She's waiting. She's always waiting for you. She looks up, doesn't move, eyes wide with anticipation as she kneels on the soft carpet, hands folded into her lap.

Clothes scatter the room. A designer dress to her left, a torn pair of silk stockings to her right. A dark purple thong in the corner, ruined from wetness and matching bra a few feet away, alongside a pair of stilettos that stay by the door.

The only thing that adorns her bare flesh is a black leather collar wrapped tight, a pair of cat ears pinned on her head, and a pretty pink lipstick smear.

Her body immaculate, a sculpted work of art. Beautiful pale skin, legs both long and luscious. Toned stomach, ample breasts, and a perfectly tight ass. Soft lips that stain your body whenever you demand them to.

Tilting her chin up, you stare intently into her eyes, seeing the brightness in them, her desire making itself known.

“Name?” you ask, a simple question, but you don't expect a simple answer.

“Yena—”

Wrong answer.

“Try again."

She swallows her mistake, heart beating quicker. “I have no name. I am nothing but a mere toy for my master.”

“Good girl,” you say, running fingers through her silken locks and firmly grabbing a handful, using it to tug her head back.

“And who do you belong to?”

“You, master. My only purpose is to serve and give pleasure.”

“Never forget that." She leans into your touch as you graze her cheek, slapping her face—not to scold, but to remind. Her thighs close shut, trying to hide her arousal.

“Wet already?”

You don’t even need to touch her to know the answer to that. You can see it in her eyes, the way she holds her breath, and the way her pretty, pink nipples harden and beg for attention.

“Y-yes, master.”

“Do you expect me to do something about that?” you ask, giving each of her pale tits a harsh slap that makes her yelp and jerk forward as they bounce beautifully.

“No master. My pleasure always comes second.”

“Good answer,” you say, slapping her tits again, one after another, over and over. The loud smack rings in your ears. It excites you, but not nearly as much as it does her. Every slap on her perfect tits is an excuse for her to whimper, for her thighs to press and try in desperation to hide her obvious arousal.

“Against the wall, kitten.”

She obeys like you trained her to, like she loves to do. Back flat against the wall, she gets rid of your pants without even being told to, freeing your cock. It doesn't take long until her breath is lingering on the tip of your cock, a deep press of her lips to kiss it.

"What have you learned tonight?"

"I am never a person. I am your fuckdoll. There is only pleasure and I have to earn it. Always let master enjoy me or I've disobeyed. Anything else I forget I will be punished for. "

"You have indeed been paying attention, haven't you?"

"Yes, master."

"Show me."

Her lips part, tongue out like your cock is a delicacy, insatiable for more. Several sloppy licks, up and down to your balls and then back to your tip, spreading that saliva over every inch.

Until you take control. On command, she opens up wide, tongue out in anticipation. You slap your cock on it long enough to gauge her reactions, then slip into her deliciously wet mouth.

Puffy cheeks that hollow out as your cock goes deep down her throat, giving in to the familiar warmth that feels good—but you want it to feel better. With no intention to wait, you place a hand on either side of her head, guiding her and keeping her exactly where you want her, right against the wall with your shaft buried.

She gags. She always does, no matter how many times you give this treatment. You don't care, and neither does your pet. The cat ears rock as you hammer in, fucking her pretty mouth to the tune of her delicious slurps and sinful gags.

Her eyes water right away as she tries to keep eye contact while you use her mouth like the toy she was made to be, the perfect sleeve for your cock to fit into. No mercy given, nor any needed as you find the back of her skull, helping push her limits a bit further, enjoying the tighter fit your cock finds at her throat.

“Take it all, kitten,” you growl, and it doesn't take too long to see the mascara in streaks as drool runs down her chin, dripping onto her round tits, her makeup ruined beyond repair as she hungrily chokes on every inch of cock.

It's the way she looks up, the desperation, the absolute hunger for more as your hips slam into her face, her eyes pleading for harsher treatment. Her throat is warm and wet and intoxicating, her lips spilling out drool like a faucet, staining those heaving breasts as you use her.

“Touch yourself."

“Y-yes, master. Thank you," your pet replies, voice growing raspier with each thrust.

But she knows not to be greedy, squeezing her bountiful breasts and pinching her nipples. Her moans vibrate around your cock, urging you to be even rougher with her—like it's even a possibility.

It’s not like it ever bothers her to be treated like this, for you to be so merciless, a mere vessel for your pleasure. All in the name of your satisfaction, knowing that her body can bring bliss only like she can. The wet spot underneath her thighs shows that.

So you grip the back of her head and keep her throat stuffed, keep her choking on you, keep your pleasure prioritized, not caring about anything else. Your pet wouldn’t have it any other way.

“That’s enough, kitten,” you say as you release her throat, raw, several strands of spit connecting you two spilling out of her freshly used lips.

She’d be whining again if she wasn’t too busy gasping for air.

“Stand up." You barely give her a chance to recover. She rises to her legs in an instant, hands behind her back, awaiting orders as you attach a leash to her collar, tugging on it and leading her to the bedroom where she crawls down the hallway obediently, not hiding the glistening arousal dripping down her thighs.

“How do you want me, master?”

Before her next breath you grab her, shoving her to her stomach on the mattress, face down, ass up. It takes no time at all until you're impaling her on your cock, balls deep, her dripping wet heat clenching after every harsh thrust.

Somehow, you manage to be rougher than previously, pounding her cunt with a fervor you hadn’t found before. She wants to be your own personal fucktoy, so you'll happily oblige. Not like she wants any other option.

She tries to muffle her screams—but you aren't having any of that, yanking back hard on the leash so the attempts are fruitless. Always a quick learner, your pet knows you want her to be nice and loud.

Her back arches perfectly, fists balled into the sheets, screaming loud enough you swear the windows are going to shatter.

“C-can I cum, master?”

“No. You know the rules.”

Harder into her pussy you pound, the clench of her greedy walls growing out of control. You know the longer this goes on, the harder she'll find it to hold back, so you make sure she doesn't get what she wants, yanking her off the mattress onto her knees. Right where she belongs.