I used to think I was the one pulling the strings, casting spells on every man who crossed my path just to watch them crumble. But everything changed the second I picked up the phone for Mr. Finnegan, and now our Slave Training phone sex is the only thing that keeps me on edge while I’m waiting for the click of my bedroom door. He doesn’t care about my games or the way I used to make men bow.
He’s the first one who looked right through my “tough girl” act and saw the desperate, obedient little thing hiding underneath. Now, I spend my nights shivering in the dark, wondering when he’s going to sneak back into my room to claim what’s his. When Mr. Finnegan shows up, the talking stops and the real work begins.
He loves sliding his hands over my skin, finding exactly where I’m most sensitive before he starts playing with my “nigger pussy”. He treats me like his personal sex slave, and I’ve never felt more alive than when I’m shivering under his touch, trying to stay quiet so no one else hears how much I’m enjoying being ruined. He wants me innocent and young, following every single depraved order without a second thought.
I’ve become addicted to the way he commands my body. Whether he’s telling me to spread wide so he can fuck my tight wet pussy or making me beg for just one more inch of him, I do exactly what I’m told. It’s nothing special here… just the raw, dirty reality of a man who knows how to break me down. He loves the contrast of my “good girl” face while he’s buried balls deep inside me, stretching me out until I can’t breathe.
It’s the thrill of the hunt that gets me dripping wet. He doesn’t ask; he takes. He’ll choke me just enough to make my vision blur, reminding me that my breath belongs to him now. I used to be the danger, but with Mr. Finnegan, I’m just the prey, and I love every second of the slaughter. I’ve traded my power for the pleasure of being his toy, and honestly, I’ve never been more satisfied.
The way he fills me up with his “sticky cum”, leaving me shaking and covered in his scent, is the only reward I need for being his perfect, obedient slave. I’m sitting here right now, phone in hand, waiting for the next command. My pussy is aching, and I’m ready to show him just how dirty I can get when I’m told to obey. I’m done being the one in control. I just want to be used until I can’t stand up straight. So, I have to ask… if you had me in your room right now, what’s the first thing you’d make your new slave do?





