A voicemail for My Dom
My dom just left and I am already feeling needy. I have standing orders to call and leave my admission on his voicemail.com
Transcript
Hello, sir. You just left, and I was just thinking about you. I know what you must be thinking. Oh, kitty, already? I just left and you're already so needy? Yes, sir. You know I can't help it. I crave you. I crave your approval, your discipline, your firmness, your gentleness.
I've slipped into that black lingerie set you picked out for me. You know the one. You said you picked it because you can easily see my pierced nipples through it. So I don't even have the option of feeling shy. So I have no choice but to be exposed to you.
Even now, I can hear how your tone shifts when I frustrate at you by being a little bratty. I can hear you ordering me to bend over. I can feel your big hands leaving their marks on my ass, ordering me to tell you that I'm your kitty, I belong to you, putting me to my knees and shoving your cock in my mouth, reminding me just what I'm good for, having me choke out that I'm your needy, sobby little slut.
Your smirk of approval when tears trail down my face and my drool pools around your cock and drips from my mouth. God, sir, I can't even breathe or think when your big cock is down my throat, and I don't care. I need it. And that's why I'm leaving you this voicemail.
To show you I'm being your good kitty and following your order that when you're not around and I can't control myself any longer, I admit that I'm your needy, desperate kitty that can't control her urges. Thank you, sir.
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