Obediently.

Jordan's resolve was rapidly failing. I could see the little costume was having its intended psychological effect, reducing her to something less than human, proving to her that I have all power over her. With those gloves, she wouldn't even have the use of her hands, and all the knobs in my house were smooth knobs. She was literally trapped until I decided she could leave.

She didn't hesitate long before simply doing as she was told. It was what came naturally to a trashy little slut anyway. After some initial licking, she parted her lips and wrapped them around my cock for a proper blowjob.

I moaned softly as she continued. The little slut knew what she was doing. I can't say I was surprised. Placing a hand on her shoulder, I teased her. "That's it, little bitch. Serve your master well and your might even get a reward. This is your place, you know. It always has been."

She never looked up as I spoke, she just focused on her task. I could tell from the way her hips writhed ever so slightly that she was aroused. She was actually enjoying her treatment, the slut. Her efforts on my cock seemed almost enthusiastic, eager even.

I hadn't had a proper bitch on my dick in too long, and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. But I couldn't resist getting a few more digs in. "Don't try to deny it. You and I both know I'm better then you. Bigger, stronger, smarter, more successful... You are a piece of trash, a wasted life until I found you. Gave you propose."

She moaned softly around my dick. The little slut had goosebumps.

"You live for me now, Jordan. All of your holes are mine. You're my bitch, and I'm your master. Serve me faithfully and I will provide for you and your little bastard. Defy me once, _once_, and I will ruin you. Understand?"

She made a muffled sound that I took for understanding but didn't rise from my cock. The puppy ears on her headband flopped slightly as she bobbed up and down.

I was near my limit. I tightened my grip on her leash and drew her in close, burying her face in my pubic hair and my cock in her throat. She didn't struggle, even as I shuddered and came, flooding her open throat with hot jizz. "Drink it down, bitch. All of it. This is what you're good for."

She actually proved to be a very capable little cocksleeve, and barely spilled anything. When I finally released her, after gasping for breath she lowered her face to clean up everything she'd missed without needing instruction. She was such an eager thing, **** to please.

When she finished, she knelt on all fours awkwardly, unsure what to do next. I directed her to clean me up, and she did without complaint or hesitation. Letting her head, I said, "Good girl. You're taking to your place well. Like you were born to it. Were you born for this, little bitch?"

She didn't raise her eyes, but replied softly. "Yes."

I grinned. "Be specific, Jordan. I'm not going to remind you again."

She deflated visibly. There was no fight left in her at all. It was a delicious sight. "Yes, I was born to serve your cock, master. I'm inferior. Thank you for allowing me to serve you."

"And what are you?"

Her voice choked just a little as she responded. "I'm a pice of trash. A worthless bitch."

"Look at me while you answer. What are you?"

She complied, finally meeting my eyes. I could see her makeup running wildly around her eyes, dark tear streaks on her lovely face. "I'm a bitch. Your bitch. I'm a trashy slut whore. Human garbage." Her eyes were hopeful that I would be satisfied and let her stop speaking.

"That's right. Now what are you for?" Her helplessness was making me hard again already, I couldn't believe how amazing it felt to hold such power over another person.

She seemed on the verge of a breakdown, but she knew she couldn't defy me. Voice shaking, resigned, she said, "I live to please you. To serve you. My body is yours. I'll do anything you command, master."

"That's right. Make sure you don't forget. Now, let's begin." I had so many things in store for her that night. I just couldn't decide where to start.