Somewhere deep inside I understood what Mistress was saying, and it was truly devastating. But still the only way out was ahead: obeying her orders, embracing my new identity and praying to my newfound Goddess that my unlimited devotion to her would provide the meaning and s****l satisfaction that my life had always lacked. And so I sucked her c**k as if maddened, and skewered my face upon it ever more urgently. Soon the soft but hard head of her erection was striking the back of my mouth, making me gag uncontrollably. Unfortunately Mistress saw this as just another educational opportunity.
Those fists knotted in my hair abruptly went from a means of control to one of rhythmic copulation. Surely she’d been hanging upon this opportunity. The moment I backed off, gagging, she seized control
