honey-yolk:

bushmaster-60:

Big sweet bouncing tits!

He was a thorough man with an energy that was
terrifying. He employed her to clean his home at times, and during these
sessions he would have her cleaning in outfits minimal and shameful at best. “No
need to cover up such perfect udders,” he chided dismissively, unbuttoning the
top of her overalls one morning so that her voluminous tits would fall free. Shad
always been a bit shy of their size, but he liked to see them hang down and
sway as she worked. It made her feel exposed, and wet thinking of him watching
her bent over. The crease of her shorts riding up into her ass and pussy. She’d
find herself shoved down to the floor when he had to have her. Clothes pulled
off as he quickly mounted her cunt and pressed her face into the ground. The wet
slaps as he used her for his pleasure and then filled her with his cum. She knew
he was content to see her work and use her when he needed, but beyond that she
had very little bearing, merely a beautiful distraction.

honey-yolk:

mamaisonclose:

Fouiller en trônant

Her cunt and ass were sticky, and as he used her tits
and mouth he couldn’t help but smile at how eager his little princess could be.
She kept her legs spread open, squealing as he now and then dipped his cock
down her throat as he worked her to orgasm. Her hips would buck into his
fingers in a wanton frenzy at being pried open so casually.

“That’s a good girl,” he commended, all while
slapping her puffy pussy in a demonstration of pride. He knew she was a needy
little thing. So happy to be worked over that she didn’t mind how helpless she
appeared.

training-your-property:

You’re always so wet these days, and I like how receptive it’s made you.  A month ago, you would have been tremendously indignant if I suggested that you present yourself like this.

Now, now – I know you feel like you deserve a reward, but we still have two weeks until you’re scheduled for something special.  And besides, I want to see how much more agreeable you are by the end of the month.

training-your-property:

All good playthings know that ‘no’ is not a permitted word.  But that doesn’t mean they can’t convey their disagreement. 

She may find it degrading at first, but men pay more attention to her udders than her words.  You’re just helping her to understand that they hold more value to her existence. 

In the end, it should enjoy and even giggle at using them to say no in such a way.  Just as much as she says yes by hopping up and down.  She may not agree with a point, but it shows she embraces the place you’ve put her.

honey-yolk:

Now and then she’d
have more debased fantasies. There was a man in these dark thoughts, someone
firm but cruel. She imagined his control over her like a black cloth, covering
her completely. He would hold her down by her throat while he fucked her and
when he was done he would tie her up naked at the foot of his bed. There were
other things, how he trained her to crawl and behave like his pet. She imagined
resting at his feet after a long day, or going for walks in the evening with a
collar and leash about her neck. Then one day he told her because she was his
bitch it was time to breed her like one. He brought in a male dog, and she felt
a wave of panic when the dog came close and started to lick her naked and eager
body. His tongue was thorough and stirred her lust despite her best intentions
to remain unphased. She found herself spreading herself open, while her owner
watched her helpless display. She had always been a bitch in heat, she just needed
to be shown how much.

honey-yolk:

Her breasts ached as
he massaged and milked at the swollen nubs. Breath heavy she whimpered into his
mouth, feeling her body grow weak from the attention.

“I could make you my
little cow,” he whispered into the seashell of her ear. “You know that’s what
those sweet udders are for don’t you? Just imagine me keeping you naked and
milking you every morning.”

She was wet, he
could smell it on her, stirred from the idea of being kept in such a helpless
state.