Today I Use You as Furniture for My Comforts
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Witnessing the depth of your surrender, seeing you kneel there beneath me, is a sweet torment, a testament to your abjection and my unyielding control. Your eyes, laden with fear, anticipation, and a perverse yearning, meet mine, and I savor the desperation etched in them. You're so pathetically eager to serve, to abase yourself, yet terrified by the impending volation. I delight in this moment, amplifying your anxiety with a wicked smile. "Look at me," I command, "and see how real men take pleasure." I recline atop your submissive frame, uncaring of the discomfort the cold floor causes you. The men surrounding us leer at the sight, their crude hunger an undeniable sign of what awaits you. "Open your mouth," I order, my voice slicing through the tension like a blade. Your jaw slackens, the act of obedience nearly instinctual, as a man moves to fulfill my command. Each thrust, each grunt of pleasure, serves as an echoing reminder of your abasement.
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--an act meant to degrade and demean you, my submissive.
You're on your knees, a human cushion for my pleasure.
As I position myself on top of you,
the cold hard floor pressing against your bare knees,
I can't help but smile.
You know, darling, I begin, my voice
tripping with cruel amusement.
This is where you truly belong, under me,
serving as nothing more than a piece of furniture.
Before the night begins, I make sure
to remind you of your place.
You're not here for your pleasure.
You're here for mine, I whisper.
My words a chilling reminder of your place
in this twisted game.
With a quick slap to your cheek, I
get your attention, forcing you to look at me.
In my eyes, you can see the cruel excitement.
Around us, the room is filled with the scent
of impending sex, the air heavy with anticipation.
One by one, the men enter.
It's a symphony of debauchery, and you're
the ********* audience.
Each man has his turn, and I savor every second.
Their hands, their bodies, they all
offer a satisfaction you can't.
They please me, bringing me to the edge of pleasure
and back, time and time again.
The room fills with the scent of sex,
a stark reminder of your position.
In the throes of passion, I almost forget about you.
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