Sad Little Puppy

Transcript

There you are. Back again, hoping to receive a morsel of my attention. Well, since you're so pathetically desperate for it, I can humor you, little one.

But what's in it for me? That's it. You remember.

The reason I'm here? Your love and affection is nice, but that's not what I keep coming back for, is it? No.

No, no, no. I know it's not always the sweetest thing to think about, but that's part of the allure for you, isn't it? That it's dirty, wrong, distasteful.

Your cold, hard cash. But you like giving that to me, don't you? Yeah, I can practically see how just the thought of it leaves you breathless.

Working for me. Earning for me. Slaving for me.

Paying me. You just had to find some way to be of service, didn't you? And what a good pet you've been.

The price is always welcome, but your money is just another level of devotion. Are you hoping if you pay me enough, I'll cave and finally give you what you've really been asking for? Or, as every time before, your payment does get you my pussy, but in my hand.

Not yours. And how can you ask for anything else, really? Beggars can't be choosers.

Isn't this all you need? My pleasure. Does it really make a difference who or what is doing it, as long as you are my enabler? Good.

Go on, little slut. You can start to get yourself off as well. I know you've been waiting for permission.

Slide that hand between your legs, or grind against your pillow. Close your eyes and pretend that I'm there. I wonder, though.

Are you such a sad little puppy that you just imagine touching yourself when you watch me get off, basing yourself even in your own fantasies? Or am I fucking you? Is your cock buried in my wet little holes, using you for my own gratification? Am I pleasuring you? Are these hands that you love so much making your cock drip? Is my smirk between your legs? Are you using me, fucking my face, your fingers deep inside me, playing at the power you so desperately wish you could grab?

Or maybe, when you really forget your head, I make love to you, my body pressed so tightly against yours. Gentle kisses up and down your neck. Soft and tender.

Sweet whispers about just how beautiful you are. Did that sting? Doesn't it make it more exciting? Come on, little pet.

Just a little longer. I know how much you yearn to give me all of you. So what's once more? If you haven't come yet, there's still time.

And if you have, well, I'm not surprised. But I'm just about there myself and filled with thoughts of sex. A mouth servicing me.

My pretty little holes getting stuffed. Using someone to fill my own needs. You could be that person, I suppose, but do you ever think about how you're not when you're tipping me and listening to me cum?

Do you ever think about how many cocks I've slid down my throat when you unfasten your belt? Do you think about how many I've slid off? Do you think about how many girls I've made cum when you get frustrated at your toys? Or how many men I've let stuff my pussy? Do their moans fill your head as much as mine? I want you to come for me, my favorite toy.

I want you to give me everything you have. Pretty please?