Not being allowed to touch is such sweet torture and reminds me who my body belongs to

Not being allowed to touch is such sweet torture and reminds me who my body belongs to

I Wonder If I Would Look Good As A Blonde?

I Must Serve Sir And His Colleagues As He Requested

I Always Dress As Sir Instructed Me

It&Amp;Rsquo;S Probably The Hypnosis And Conditioning But I Don&Amp;Rsquo;T Mind

Bottom To Top. Slowly, I Drag It Out. I Feel His Cock Harden While It Strains Under My Touch. My Soft Warm Tongue Runs Up His Length, And Then I Stall A Little More. His Body Instinctively Moves Towards My Lips In Need. I Start All Over From The Bottom

Sir Bought Me A Special Outfit For The Party. I Felt So Owned And Exposed

Sir Had Methods For Training Me To Use My Tongue In The Right Way And To Understand My Place

Sir Taught Me The Importance Of Eye Contact And To Work My Lips Over The Tip Of His Hard Cock

Sir Likes Me To Kneel Naked Before My Mirror To Reveal My True Self

I Am Your Little Slut

The Dress Sir Made Me Wear Was A Little Revealing

Feeling Sirs Words Repeating Over And Over As I Feel His Control Over My Mind And Body

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