Oh, my pet, you’re going to be such a good toy for me.

I plan to use you and abuse you, to drive you to the edge of your passion again and again, until I’m sated and full. Then, and only then, will I listen to your begging and pleading. I want to hear you tell me what you are, what you need, how you want it. I want to hear your voice raised in supplication, asking so sweetly for what you ever so badly desire.

A toy is something I use to amuse myself.

What amuses me best? Watching you break open amuses me. Hearing the things you could never tell another living soul, the confession you keep locked in your silence and shame, spilling out from your lips in fevered words. Knowing that you’ll give me a gift you’ve never given anyone else before. What amuses me?

You amuse me, my pet.

I want you to spread yourself open and show me the places you want to be touched. Hold your thighs up, tight to your chest; use your hands to spread your ass for me, show me your fuck hole, so open and empty. Your toes curling in desire, the way your breath shakes and trembles, the dilation of your pupils as you beg for my strappon.

You’ll be my fuck toy, my sex pet, my possession.

And I will use you, as deeply as I feel neccessary. I’ll split you wide and fill you deep, and listen as you beg for more. You will belong to me, only to me, and I’ll take such good care of you, my darling. I’ll make certain that you scream for me.

What’s that? You don’t want to be fucked by me?

That’s a shame. Well, I’m sure I can find some use for you, pet. Perhaps your mouth wrapped around my lover’s cock, or your hand on your own dick, teasing yourself until you can’t help but beg for permission to cum for me. Will I give it to you, or am I still having fun listening to you whimper?