A morning breeze dances, twirling around her naked flesh as she struggles against the soft binds. Her mind is barely a whisper of thoughts as she struggles. Questions dance softly as she waits quietly. A hint of his scent drifts on the wind as the classical music plays through her headphones, held by a silken scarf hindering her view.
Rocking to the tips of her toes, she tries to stretch her body. Clenching and unclenching her muscles as the dew gently collects across her naked flesh. Drops trickle down her upper body, her shoulders, her pert breasts, collecting at her nipples as they drip softly beneath her. Every ounce of her being clenches and unclenches her muscles as she grasps at the ropes.
A soft hiccup of her breath catches in her throat as she recalls her morning breakfast. Her jaw is still sore from the ring gag she is wearing just hours before. She is still drifting at the edge of her dreams as the gag is placed; drool drips from her lips. He enters her, startling her awake as she chokes back his desire, his hunger. His hand clasps her hair.
The movement is intoxicating. He doesn't yield; he only dominates. She is choking, barely able to breathe as the tip of his cock touches the back of her throat. With the movement of the first thrust ramming her tonsils, and the second curling down the back of her throat, she is struggling. Gasping for breath as he holds himself down inside of her... her body is rejecting him, clenching hard on his flesh... milking his body as he does soft thrusts just fucking her a little further down.
Tears fall from her eyes as she feels the world spin. She is blinded from the world with a cloth, but still she feels it spinning, feeling her owner taking what is his. Taking from her what she wants, her mind floats as she struggles to survive. To survive being his slave as he slides out of her throat. The coughing, spluttering for breath lasts only moments before he begins to throat fuck her. Her body trembles, convulses, needing air, but as he slides out of her throat, something shifts.
Her body needs it desperately; she needs a place where she has no control at all. Where the fears, the desires, the haunting terrors and stresses cannot find peace without it. She needs more than anything to be his, a place of safety and release. As he slides his cock out, almost refusing her his seed, her breakfast, she moves forward, forcing him down her throat once more... as she struggles desperately to be enough. He owns several, but she wants to be the only one he needs... the one his thoughts linger on.
Sucking him hard, she sucks on his cock, pulling it deep into her mouth like a vacuum. Her legs wobble as she struggles to find more, more hunger, more desire.... His fingers find her hair once more, and he grasps her hard... and he unleashes upon her, not just sliding his hard cock down her throat but he fucks her, taking her hot and heavy, unleashing every single ounce of energy into her throat, her body sleek with sweat as she does everything she can to hold on to consciousness... knowing she needs him, desires, yearns for this.... to truly be wanted... lusted after... to feel desired no matter her age...
She floats in a world of true submission, barely noticing the stretching of her throat. The light play, need, hunger, and moment of release she sees. She drinks fully of her breakfast, the one she earns the last three mornings, waiting for something more, waiting for him finally to take everything she offers. She hopes today she is enough to be dominated beyond his constantly throat fucking her into submission. That, perhaps, he will finally release the monster within.