Flavors of Dominance: The Rake

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You know they say, darling, good girls go to heaven, but girls like you come to me. I don't even know how you do it. You must have some sort of supernatural sense for the kind of mind that can give you what you so desperately need.

Of course, I don't mind it. I like little sluts like you. And let's face it, you deserve so much better than those losers you had.

All you really get is more of the same, just getting fucked and used in the same old ways. What you really need is someone whose imagination matches your appetite. Someone like me, perhaps.

I remembered like it was yesterday, when you and I hooked up, you really just wanted someone to appreciate you for your willingness to do anything, anywhere, to almost anyone. You told me that you hadn't found your limits, at least not yet. Well, we sure found them together, didn't we? When you used your safe word for the first time, I was happy to stop, but you were a bit surprised.

That had never happened to you before, had it? And you were almost, dare I say, embarrassed. You just finished telling me how I could use you in any way I liked, and how you didn't want to be anything more than my little fuck doll.

You smiled when I slapped you, went into heat when I had you in public, and let me fuck you in the ass in the back of my car. That, and all of the other things we did when we were first exploring each other, hmm, it was quite fun. But I'm here to tell you, darling, that it's only going to get more exciting from now on.

You see, I've learned you now. You're my favorite project, your pleasure and pain, my fondest avocation. You say you'd fuck anyone, anytime, and you mean it.

But honey, let's face it, no one else in the fucking world fucks you like I do. When you thought you might shock me, you were the one who ended up being shocked. When you asked for two men at once, I showed up with five.

When I told you that you were adorably innocent, you laughed, but you found out better soon enough, didn't you? There is always more depravity with me, always more heights of pleasure to explore, always more shocking things to discover about yourself. You called yourself a whore, but let's face it, you weren't really fulfilled until you became my whore.

You see, I have my suit and tie, you in your tight little skirt with no panties, high heels, and a see-through shirt. You know we're going out tonight, and you cannot conceal how excited you are to find out where. In fact, from where I'm sitting, I'd say you look as nervous as a virgin on prom night.

Well, enough waiting. Let's find out something new about you, my perfect little whore.