Fantasy While Listening to Haylee my Slavemistress
I have a big silver collar on, which has etched on its back, "Haylee's."
She now commands my every move, controls every part of my body,
including my rough tongue. She demands I satisfy her.
I can't resist, can't say no.
I become her perfect vibrator, for she can adjust the rate of my tongue's
gyrations to suit her needs.
I can't stop. I go on through the night vibrating at just the right speed,
until I fear my tongue will fall off.
But her pleasure is my ultimate pleasure.
So it doesn't. And if it did, who cares?