Love Letters Of My Pet

Love letters of my pet

"I'm a slut. I'm a whore. My purpose in life is serve and please my Owner. I'm his pet. I'm his property. I'll always do everything to make my owner happy. My holes are his cum deposit. My Sir is on top. I'm dumb.

Yes Sir going on my knees, pressing my nose on your crutch, my face at its temple

I worship my doms manhood. I saour his smell. I tremble through all my body. I literally shake in excitement. Sir notices this, my saliva meets his sweat. I lick them, i swallow Sirs sweatwith pleasure. I kiss his balls, lick his balls, look up if his feeling good, his balls are everything. His balls are the reason he can put me on my knees. I love to worship my Boss, my Boss 24/7. My master. My man. My King. My God.

I start sucking more passionate think of these. I take his head in my mouth, licking the tip in the inside, my tongue getting more skill as i worship him everyday. I need to make him feel good with me. Satisfy him with my little pink tongue. He is the master of my life. I don't have other life, only by him, no job, no nothing. Just my man. His maid, his whore, his slut, his servant, his pet, his cum deposit, his shower assistant.

Sucking him with all my saliva, making it messy. Going back to his balls. He is my god. His balls should feel good. In the morning freeze I'm his warmer. I warm his cock and balls, I swallow his aroma, God yes, his smell is opium for me. I lose myself in him. I go deeper with my throat. I want him fully in comfort. I choke. But not importan. I need to serve well. He is my God. I worship him. My ass twitches for serving him. He makes me shake. I serve my God, sucking on his balls, tonguing his cock, massaging the tip with my tongue. He is my Master. He owns me. I'm his creature. I only wear what he gives or I'm naked. I don't own clothes apart from what he gives me. I don't have income or food. He feeds me. I'm his pet at home. Domestic pet. I lick when he wants. I serve when he asks. He is my Master. He owns me. I lick better, more. I suck. His cock is my key. I suck better. I love his control. I love his collar. He is a King I kneel for. I took all my clothes off, accepting his rules. Just my weak body bowing down to him, smelling him, eating his sweat, loving his smell, loving his manly smell. He switches my urges deep down. Ready to serve, ready to be domesticated, ready to be tamed. Ready to be educated. He knows. I don't. I follow. I repeat. I open my mouth to receive. I follow his commands. I'm here to obey. Obey my Master. My King. My God. His balls are my temple, sucking him is my religion, the only truth in this world, how he gets me twitch in me, dominating me. I love his power. I love his domination. I'm thankful he exists. I'm thankful he replied. I'm thankful he answered. mmmmhhhh Sucking Kings balls is the best feeling. I love having his balls in my body. The best way to worship my God. He'll praise with his cum soon. I'm his canvas to paint. Please paint me Sir. Make my face full of your cream. My skincare. I lick your balls Sir. I'm a cum whore. I position my face to be cum on, on my knees looking up for the holy cum to squirt, to paint my face. His art. Only focused on your dick, Master.

Tongue out, lips open wide. My face is your cum bucket Sir. Cum as you please. Best moments of my face is when you cum on it. Prime time. It's only good for being your cum bucket. Sweet salty cum. I show you I swallow my gulp. I proceed to your cock licking every drop left.

Yes Sir, not cleaning it waiting for it to dry on my face. Very lovely training Sir. And ask myself what i've become. I face myself. I repeat i'm a dumb whore. Yes Sir."