Master and the pouting slut

Master, you say that we should never purge our desires because they will never leave us. It’s no secret that my first – my overriding – desire is for latex and, when I slip into latex I am transformed into a sissy; but few beyond you yourself know that I am a cum loving sissy slut. Let it be known then that my favoured place is to be on my knees in front of you ready to give you pleasure.

I get wet thinking about the time you strapped me into a tight armbinder and then blindfolded me. I was cast into the oblivion of utter darkness and, in my disorientation, was barely able to keep my balance; but you could manipulate me to your will and use me as you pleased. As I knelt there, I felt your hands on the back of my hood, and I leant back against them to stabilise myself.

Master, as you stared down at me in my disorientation and restraint, what did I look like? My lips, red with their Rimmel lipstick and shiny red gloss, must have been forced into a distinctive pout by my hood. Did you find them to be the pleasing likeness of a pumped pussy, Master? For myself, I was pleased that your meticulous preparations had refined me down to my essential being: a fuckhole for you to use.