Today, my slut got to practice licking. There’s definitely still room for improvement. The sight of him kneeling before me, trying to use his tongue skillfully, is both amusing and arousing. His eyes are wide with concentration and uncertainty as he tries to interpret my every reaction and refine his technique. Every movement of his tongue, every attempt to give me pleasure, makes him moan with exertion and desire. It is a moment of complete control, in which I determine the intensity and rhythm and give him feedback to push him to his limits. He knows that he is completely at my mercy and that every one of his movements is being monitored and evaluated by me.

My loser had the honor today of feeling the weight of my body. It was a wonderful feeling to make his ugly mug disappear beneath my butt. To cut off his air and watch him squirm. The sight of him lying beneath me, with my weight on his face, is both satisfying and arousing. His eyes are wide with panic and excitement as he gasps desperately for air and tries to free himself. Every movement, every attempt to break free, is suppressed by my weight, causing him to moan with frustration and desire. It is a moment of complete control, in which I dictate the intensity and rhythm and push him to his limits. He knows he is completely at my mercy and that every breath he takes depends on me.