Hey sweetie, it's okay. Just relax, no need to fight it. You're such a slut-
what? Of course you are! Shhh, Shhh. I know. They've taught you to be strong, to be independent. So that's what you think you want.
But I see straight though that. In my embrace you can be weak, you can be obedient.
You're a slut at heart. Deep inside, you want nothing more than to bring plessure to anyone who needs it. And is that so bad? There's no shame in it. Embrace your desires, bloom into the lovely girl you were always meant to be.
Don't worry about "what's right". You feel my dick inside you, right? It feels nice, doesn't it? No need to lie; you're safe with me.
You blush every time I push into you. You're adorable. From now on, you'll be my sextoy, okay?
Don't worry about any of that. From now on, all you need to be is a toy. A beautiful body for me to gaze upon and touch. Maybe give me one of your adorable moans?
You don't really want anything else, do you? Your body knows what's best for you. Trust it. Embrace your desires, your needs, your pleasure. You're mine now. No more lies, no more faking stength. You can be at peace, your true self.
I know everyone always shames sluts, but it's nothing to be ashamed of. You should be proud! You're a wonderful girl, a real treat to anyone who just needs a nice doll to fuck. And that's okay. You don't need to be anything else.
Good. Of course I don't expect you to understand immediately. But you're making good progress. You're doing fantastically.
You look amazing, impaled on my dick. Your little body is massaging me with all it's might.
Of course you feel good. Amazing, I'd say.
You're pathetic? What makes you say that? Actually- So what! What's wrong with being a pathetic little slut who's happiest underneath me?
See? You're geginning to understand. You don't need to be anything. What you are is more than enough.
Now, let me wash all of those worries away. Your pretty little brain should only be filled with pleasure, not thoughts.
You know the rules. If I can make you cum, you belong to me. And anyone I'm willing to share you with; it'd be a crime to keep a toy as fun as you to myself.
So, ready? You're not gonna fight it?
Good girl. I love you. Now; less talking, more moaning~