Always @sirsake ❤️

Mirrors are perfect for forcing me look at all the degrading things you’re doing to me

Thinking about caring for Sir, serving them in ways that are genuinely useful. Kneeling on the floor in front of the armchair they're sitting in, carefully massaging their sore feet and knees. Every touch an act of worship, I kiss and whisper sweet nothings to their tense muscles, loving them until they loosen and Sir's breathing becomes deeper. Using all of my knowledge and focus to help ease Sir's pain and make them feel good. My big toy brain switched on for the duration of the task only, enabling me to focus on doing a good job, on serving well. Despite that, getting distracted by the urge to rub my needy dick up and down on Sir's foot, to get lost in the meditative wonder of worshipping their body with my hands, to find 'subtle' excuses to fetch things on my hands and knees, knowing that when I crawl, naked, to the other side of the room, their eyes will be fixed on my swaying ass.

The pleasurable wave of dumbness that overwhelms me when they tell me I'm doing good, I'm helping them. And, finally, the sigh of relief when I'm done, and they pet my hair, and the immense effort it took to pretend to be a person with a proper brain for so long is no longer necessary. I bend over, presenting my holes for Sir's inspection, hoping they'll decide to stick something, anything, inside of me and, in doing so, make me even dumber the more they fill me.

The peace I feel, my head on the floor, ass up, hands spreading my cheeks or lips to display myself to them, is unlike any peace I've ever known.

I'm home. Whether they touch me or not, I know they'll decide for me, use me however they want, keep on patiently teaching me how to be a better toy for them.

Good girls get their pussy eaten.

Our first vacation together. Rose petals on the bed, a warm bath with unicorn mermaid soap, my fav. wine, a loft with a sturdy railing, a big bed and more toys we can use. In your arms my mind goes quiet. Your voice close to my ear makes the world around me sparkle. Make-up running over my face and sweat down my body when you make me cum again and again as only you can.

Walking and talking, going out to dinner, doing normal couple stuff. You make me laugh out loud so much. Where ever we are your hand is touching me. Fingers intertwined. Hand in the small of my back or feeling the weight of it on my shoulder. Your arm around me. Stroking my arm. Spanking my butt at every opportunity you get. After beeing apart so much we cant stand a moment not to be together now, not to touch.

Your smell makes me high, your taste makes me moan, your voice takes my breath away but most of all i feel safe. Whether we are in bed or out and about together there is one thought that stays. Home. I am home!

Now our vacation is over. 850 km separate us again. My body is missing your touch. My head is racing again. It just feels wrong. So so wrong to not be with you.

My hand strokes my body and I close my eyes pretending its you. I press my inner thigh where you left a big bruise in the shape of your hand. It helps me remember. It was not a dream. You are real. We are real. And I belong to you.

In a couple of hours I will see you again. With screens between us. Can we spent that time planning a new vacation together @sirsake ?

It's been awhile Kitten since you've instinctively listened to my words as the penetrated your head.

But there's no need to worry about space and time. All that matters is your blank, empty head and your fingers instinctively rubbing and edging your pussy once again to my words.

You're as adorable as ever... Mindless, tits out, fingers soaked with your pussy juice from arousal but the liquified brain that seeps from your hole.

Rub rub Kitten..... It's a long day... Soon you'll be humping the couch like my good pet.

Such a good little Kitten