Always Wear Latex

"Oh my god. I've never felt..." Emma gasps. She thrusts her hips against you in wild need. The pleasure overwhelms the senses. "..I've never felt...."

"Close your eyes." You say so. So she does. You're trying to steady yourself as much as you're trying to steady her. It's hard to even focus on your plan in the midst of passion. "Listen to me. Hear my voice."

"You love fucking while in latex." You insist. You lower your voice as deep as you can. Yet, it's still almost masked by her high pitched moaning. "You feel like such a fuckdoll."

"But..." Her eyes flutter. But, the rolling of her hips doesn't miss a beat. Your bodies are in tandem.

"Listen to me." You repeat again. This time it comes out stronger. More forceful. "You feel like such a fuckdoll."

"Oh."

"You always want to feel this way." You grip her hips tightly. It's right where the latex ends. "Wearing latex is how you feel like a fuckdoll. Being a fuckdoll makes you happy. Mindless. Blissful. Happy."

"Mindless. Blissful. Happy." Her voice comes out drowsy.

"Fuckdolls don't have to think because they have owners." You continue. This was going to be one of the key moments. The first time you seed in a key concept. "They just have to look sexy for their owner."

"Fuckdolls don't have to think because they have owners. They just have to look sexy for their owner."

"I don't have to think." She agrees. It's sinking in.

"Fuckdolls always want their owner's cock." You punctuate the word with a thrust, driving your cock deep inside of her. A physical presance to reinforce your words. "They always want to please him."

"Want..." She gasps. "...cock..."

"Wearing latex is how they look sexy for their owner."

"Wearing latex...." She runs a hand down her side, pausing around the bra. "is how I look sexy...for owner..."

"Cotton panties make you dry. Bored. Latex Panties make you a wet fuckdoll."

"Latex Panties...Wet...Fuckdoll..."

"Being a Fuckdoll makes you wet. Being a Fuckdoll makes you happy. Wearing Latex makes you a fuckdoll. You love wearing Latex."

"Love Fuckdoll." Her gasps grow louder. More frequently. You can feel the pleasure rising too. You're not sure how much longer you can last. "Happy. Latex."

"You don't have to think when you're a fuckdoll. Fuckdolls are mindless. You want to be used. You want to please your owner."

"Mindless. Fuckdoll. Owner..."

"You belong to me when you're a fuck doll. You love to please me. I'm your Owner."

"You're my..." she stumbles over the word. She needs a bit more.

"I'm your owner." You growl in her ear. "John is your owner."

"John....owner...." YES!

"You belong to me. You belong to John."

"Belong. Owner. John."

"Good girl." You gasp. She gasps too. So close now. "Good Fuckdoll."

"Cum for me." You whisper. "Cum for your owner."

That's enough to do it. Her body spasms and goes over the edge. The twitch of it is enough to release your own dammed up passion. Within moments, you release your load inside of her. Emma shrieks out. And then you both fall silent, save for exhausted light panting.