I can be whatever you want me to be.
I'm a living, breathing fantasy.
Your fantasy.
Anything you want me to be, that's what I am.
For you.
Do you want me to be a princess?
Elegant, charming, a smile that lights up any room I walk into?
Perfect hair and makeup, simply flawless.
The trophy on your arm, a beautiful prize for you to take home.
We make love on silk sheets in the moonlight,
and I coo and whimper when you enter my perfect pink pussy.
My hand in yours as I come so hard and so deep from your slow, steady thrusts.
Soft, gentle, a vision of beauty.
All for you.
But maybe you want a whore.
So eager, so willing, every inch of me wants, needs to be used by you.
Push me against a wall, rip my panties down and take me.
Shove me down all fours and fucking use me.
Fuck me as hard as you can, my cunt craves it.
On my knees in a bathroom stall, taking everything you give, always wanting more.
Screams of pleasure in your ear when you pin me down to the floor and take me.
Leave my slut body marked.
Bruises where your fingertips dug into the flesh of my hips.
Little red bumps from where you sunk your teeth into me.
Take me.
Use me.
Fuck me like the whore I am.
Maybe though, papa, you make me to be your little baby girl.
So innocent and delicate, looking at you with wide eyes, papa,
as you lead my hand to your cock and show me just how you like it.
Teach me, papa.
Teach me how to please you.
Is that what you want?
Short skirts and pigtails and teddy bears and little pink tongues all over your big, thick cock.
Papa, you make this little kitty so wet.
Can I climb into your lap, papa?
Pretty please?
I promise I'll be a very good girl for you.
Or do you want something else?
Something harsh.
Cruel.
Someone who will put you in your fucking place.
A mistress, perhaps.
Is that what you want?
To be told how worthless and pathetic you are?
So fucking pathetic.
Made to get on your knees, to serve, to obey, to bring your lips to goddess's feet,
your tongue worshipping my pussy as often as I wish.
Made to pleasure me with no chance of getting any satisfaction yourself.
You want that little cock to be locked away, withered and useless,
you want mistress to be the one to hold the key.
Say it.
Tell goddess you were made to serve her.
Made to pleasure her.
Made to obey her.
Or maybe you'd like to be in charge.
Is that what you want?
Do you want me on my knees, staring up at you,
watering at the sight of your majestic cock?
Do you want to hear me beg for it?
Say, please sir, please fuck my mouse.
Do you want to own me every fucking inch?
Your property and no one else's?
Made to pleasure you and you alone.
Is that what you want me to be?
Your fuck toy, ready and willing whenever you snap your fingers,
on all fours and nothing but a leash and collar,
ready to be used, ready to pleasure you.
Ready to serve my master, however he commands.
Does that sound good, baby?
Do you want me to be one of those for you?
Or maybe all of them?
I'll do it for you, baby.
I'll be whatever you want me to be.
As long as you promise to fuck me harder than I've ever been fucked.
Make me come harder than anyone else.
I'll be whatever you want.
Because I'm yours.
All yours.
