You tell me to prepare myself and I know exactly what to do, I put on a skintight latex glove, I offer my hand to you and you take it, I wait for your command, well trained or so I think, without meaning too I’m still resisting, holding my hand stiff holding out two fingers inches from your cunt i’m so eager to please and you whisper far too sweetly against my cheek for someone who has me entirely, “be a good fucktoy and relax, hold still.”
I relax my hand instantly, you grab my wrist and start to use it, use me, fucktoy isn’t an understatement, my hand is limp inside you a tool for you to use and I’m drooling so desperate to move it to curl those two fingers, maybe add another, but your gaze tells me I shouldn’t
Watching your pleasure should be enough
Being used for your pleasure should be enough
I want to make you mine in the only way I know how
What is with your obsession with denying me? Making me wait? Taming me?
I fall beneath the surface and curl my fingers
You pull them out, slap my face, it stings and the words drag me back to the surface
“You’re not fucking me. I’m fucking me. You’re JUST my toy.”
You go back to fucking yourself with my fingers. I grit my teeth and do my best to hold them still inside you until you’re done with me
And when you’re done with me
I gag on my own latex fingers in my mouth, drooling down my own chin somehow I’ve forgotten I can move them, maybe I’ve forgotten they’re a part of my body entirely I’ve forgotten I have free will and you’re laughing
“You know you can move them now.”
