***this should be read in a very domineering tone. Arrogant. Read this as if you own said person. They're body is yours. You know them inside and out. Have fun!!! There is room for improv if you feel like it. Read slowly. Take your time. It's a slow burn***

[Words in stars are to be emphasized]



I know it's a hard thing to cope with, those awful things you want- need- crave, yet we *always* seem to find a way don't we?

--pause--

It all comes down to the simple fact that you're an easily impressed little slut. Now, I'm not saying I'm not impressive, because we both know I am, how else can you explain the fact that you do literally *anything* I ask of you?

---audible smirk---

You know what I'm talking about, don't you?
No?
Well, allow me to refresh your memory.
Ahh yes, lets think back on the night. The first night. The night you *tried* to say no, pathetic attempt, yet with the notion of me forcing my cock inside you sent you to frenzy.

You don't understand?

Well let me state this more plainly. You are my toy. Toy's are there to be played with. And we both know I play you oh so expertly, and *we* both love it. I love watching you fight the internal battle. You don't want to do the depraved things I ask of you, yet you always do. Always will. Do you know why?


--pause for reaction--

Mmhm. That's exactly right, you're exactly right. Because you're nothing more than a pretty little hole for my cock.

We've been over this. That's the only thing you sluts are good for. Besides, no self respecting woman would do those things you do, would they?


I know, I know. It's about you tonight, but isn't this? We both know that even though I'm being painfully cruel, you're wet. Aren't you?



Oh I know. It's because deep down inside you know I'm right. You like being my slut. You love being filled with my cock, it's the only time you feel worth something.



Yes, fine. You can touch your cunt. You can try.
You know you can't make yourself cum like I can, there's a thought... maybe you don't need to.



Now, now you *know* I'm not that mean. I'll let you cum, I'm just reminding you, just letting you know I've ruined you, it will never be as good with anyone besides me. So yes, you'll cum. You'll pump those eager fingers inside that pretty cunt. You'll peak, you'll cum just listening to me tell you. Yet- it won't be as fulfilling. There will be a soft nagging. You want to know what that is?


It's me. Gently reminding you. Telling you it wasn't as good as it is with me. No one, not a soul, not even *you* can make yourself cum like I make you.
Because I do make you. It's what I do. I force your hand everytime. It's because I'm greedy, and it is mine after all. Isn't it? Good girl, I knew you'd agree.



But you'd agree to anything right about now, wouldn't you?


--sigh--
Sometimes I forget how weak you *really* are.
So go ahead, with everything I've just said, go ahead and try. Put two fingers inside your cunt, I know you're beyond wet at this point, move them in and out slowly.

Don't you wish it was me? Wish you had an extra hand to rub your needy clit? You could... if it was my fingers instead- but it's not.


I know. I'm teasing you. That's not conduct becoming of a gentleman, but I never claimed to be one.

Patience, *improv phrase*



Keep pumping your fingers, I know you're close. So very close. I need to feel you need it.
Why? Well you know better than anyone I'm only charitable when it benefits me.


Oh? Yes. You are really right there, aren't you? Very well then. Listen to me, listen and make yourself cum for me.
Find release knowing that *this* has gotten you there. You're a dirty little slut. Demeaning words and thoughts get your cunt so, so wet. Even now as you ride your own fingers and push them inside you a needing not known to anyone but you and I. You're desperate.
You're only cumming because I want you to. No other reason. So do it. Get on with it, I have far more important things to be doing.



--satisfied reaction to her cumming--



See? I told you. Such a naughty girl.