Choke me, make me yours, own my body in all the ways we both enjoy.
I trust you, you aren't going to hurt me, unless you make me beg for you to, and I know
you will.
It turns me on just thinking about it, choke me, and let your fingers run across my burning
flesh, and down between my legs, so you can toy with me, and listen to me moan between
my gasp as you press your palm against my throat, your hot breath against my ear as
you tell me everything you want to do to me, but all I want is for you to choke me, make
me your slave, make me cry out for you.
I want you to touch me, make me tremble, quiver, and ache for you as you tease me, and give
me a chill down my spine.
I want to feel you inside of me, deep in my wet little gut.
I need you to own me, make my body your sweet little dominion, and claim all of me for yourself.
I plead with you for more, I want to feel your teeth against my flesh, or your hand
firmly spank my ass until it's red and bruised.
I want you to put the clamps on my nipples, and make them ache for hours, and have to
groan between my teeth as you touch and lick around them.
In fact, I want you to lick me everywhere, stroke my skin in teasing ways with your fingers,
and make my toes curl, and yes, choke me so many times I lose count.
The sheets will be drenched as I melt under your touch, and I want you to taste me, devour
me, sip every drop from beneath my thighs until I cry out for you to stop, but keep
going until I can't take it anymore.
And then choke me some more, watch as I get that look in my eyes, that desperation and
desire.
I want to come, I need you so badly, but you keep edging me and making me wait.
My mind full of fevered thoughts that disappear as your fingers clench tighter and everything
starts to go grey and fuzzy.
My heart pounds in my ears and my breath catches in my throat as I get lost in the sensations,
and I concentrate fully on them and let them be my focus.
I don't ever want to catch my breath if it means I can feel like this forever, locked
in this cycle of buildup, full of pain and pleasure, so much wonderful choking and teasing
and biting.
I want you to fuck me, but when I beg you to, you tell me not yet, so I sigh and try
to hold on for you.
I'm at your mercy, and you're showing me none of that at the moment, and I love that.
I'm your toy, and you're using me as hard as you can.
My body aches, and I need to come, but you won't let me just yet.
I want release, but you keep feeding the beast until finally you can take no more, and you
wrap your hand around my throat one last time.
Drive yourself into my swollen, dripping, aching cut, and I gasp, and my whole body
shudders as you fuck me like you own me.
And at this point, you totally do, I'm your little slut, and you know exactly what I need.
I want to cum on your cock so much, all that you have to do is keep fucking me like this,
and I will.
I'll be a moaning mess, so ready to scream for you.
And when the moment arrives, you'll make me focus on how good this feels before asking
me if I want to cum for you, and I do, I do want to cum for you, but I don't want to keep
your hand off my throat when I do.
Let me scream for you right now, don't make me beg, even though I will.
Choke me and let me cum for you, please.
Choke me and let me cum for you, please.
Choke me and let me cum for you, please.
I lay on my back, breathing heavily and quivering.
We may do the same kinds of things every time, but it always feels a little different, so
even though I know what to expect the next time you choke me, I look forward to whatever
happens after that, and it will always make me want thinking about your hand around my
throat.
I'll be shameless and beg for you to treat me like this again.
I'll always want to be your little choke toy, just because of how satisfied I am at this
very moment.
