Cuckold sex is a reward my gives me from time to time. He knows I am his loyal slave but he also knows his pets need an outlet from time to time. Little worm dick piggies are just much fun to torture. My favorites are the ones who are brought in not knowing the full story.
They think they are going to jerk off while I am getting fucked but I have much better things in mind for them. I mean it is so damn easy to torture these little dick piglets. I am the queen of this twisted pantheon, the mistress of snuff.
You, are but a plaything, a spider in my web, twitching with desires you barely understand. Your pathetic appendage, a mere five inches of deluded pride, thinks it can satisfy me. But let me dispel that notion with a laugh as sharp as a blade. I have known cocks that make my pussy weep with hunger, monsters of meat that stretch me to my limit. Your pitiful member is but a fig in my realm of giants.
You thought, dear worm, that you could stroke yourself to climax while I was plowed by a stallion’s cock? Foolish boy. I am the puppet master, and you, my marionette, exist only at my whim. Did you crave the sight of a fat, veined monster sliding in and out of my cunt? Indulge in that fantasy, but know this: your gaze belongs to me, and your cock yields to my command.
Blood, oh, the sweet taste of blood, like a nectar that fuels my lust. When it drips down my skin, I am alive, I am wild. It is the scent of your submission, the wet seal on your surrender. And you, my little piggy, you tried to dance to your tune, to disobey my rule. You pierced the barrier of my tolerance, and I must teach you, as I will teach all who dare to defy me.
Your tongue, wet and servile, lapped at the assholes of my bulls, cleaning them of their sweat and seed. You gargled with their balls, coated in the blood that dripped from my cunt. You wept at the taste, and your cries, oh, how they excited me. But you were still a disobedient pet, so I silenced you with a cock in your throat, another in your ass. You screamed, you begged, but your cries were music to my ears, the sweet symphony of your undoing.
Now, my little pig, you understand. My fangs are out, my eyes are wild, and my obsession is blood. I will stab you, again and again, until you beg for mercy. I will bathe in your crimson life force, and I will savor every drop. I will roast your little dick, a trophy, a memento of your Cuckold slave’s end.
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