The whistle hits my ear sharp and shrill. She calls me like a mutt and treats me like a mongrel.
I obey like a lovesick puppy.
I am no longer human. I subject myself to her dominance.
“Good boy” she says as soon as she positions herself behind me.
Carefully.
Lovingly.
“I’ll squeeze this brain out of your skull” she promises quietly.
Her powerful legs embrace my head like an anaconda with its last prey.
She does a figure four. Her powerful thighs lock my head in place while one immobilizes my right arm by hooking under my armpit.
I can’t move.
I can’t think.
I can’t breathe.
“Don’t be going to sleep yet. Not yet.”
She toys with me. Bringing me just to the brink of sleep before letting go to let me breathe again.
She sits on top of me.
It excites me.
But just before her pink bikini clad mound descends on my mouth, she stops. She is inches away from me. She squeezes again.
She reverses her position, still on top of me. All of 5’11” and 178 lbs of her lying above me.
This time her body is nearer. Taunting me with her proximity. I can almost taste her.
“Ready for this bitch boy?”
Throughout the session, her squeezes get more and more powerful. This time, it only takes a second before my head feels like it’s about to explode.
I groan.
She chuckles.
I whimper.
She laughs some more.
Woof.
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