Oh, Sir, even in my current state of overwhelming arousal, even in my now-familiar but still deeply humiliating position on all fours while I continue to write this report for You, I can feel myself blushing all the way up to the roots of my hair as I recall some of the things I said when you ordered me to beg: words I didn’t even know I knew.

To be honest, Sir, I don’t remember a lot of it; by that time I was in some kind of trance, wanting nothing more than to do whatever You told me to do in the hope of pleasing You. I do remember my mouth and jaw working for several moments without a single sound coming forth while you continued to stare into my eyes.

Finally I managed a sort of hoarse whisper: “Pleeeeease…” You gave me the barest nod of encouragement as Your fingertip continued to circle and stroke my clitoris, now swollen to the point where it felt as if it might burst. I made some kind of incoherent shuddering, stuttering sounds, followed by another whisper, “Please… Please, Sir… Please…”

But I knew that wasn’t nearly enough, not at all what You required of me. I tried to lick my dry, quivering lips, but my tongue was just as dry and no help at all. But You saw that I was struggling, Sir, and You leaned down and kissed me, probing my mouth with Your tongue and sharing Your moisture with me. But in exchange You also increased the pressure on my clit as well as the pace.

And then the floodgates opened: “Please fuck me, Sir!” I gasped as soon as You removed Your mouth from mine. “Fuck my pussy, fuck my fucking cunt, Sir! Oh god, Sir, I want your cock, Sir! Please, please fuck me with your cock, Sir! Fuck me like a little whore, Sir! I’m your fuck-toy, Sir! I’m your slut, I’m your…oh, shit! FUCK!”

This last was practically screamed as You shoved two fingers into my pussy and then began grinding on my clit with the heel of Your hand.

“PLEASE, Sir! Please, please, PLEASE FUCK ME, SIR! I’ll do anything You want, Sir! I’ll crawl for you, I’ll kiss your feet…I’ll kiss your ASS, Sir! I’ll do anything! Ah, god! ANYTHING, Sir, just please, please FUCK ME!”

I know I carried on like that for quite a while longer, but frankly, Sir, I was no longer there so I have no idea what other pitiful, degrading things I may have babbled. There was nothing left of me but an overwhelming, aching need. Which was exactly what You wanted of me, wasn’t it, Sir? To spend what seemed like an eternity kept helpless on the very edge of release and never allowed to reach it? To be completely at Your mercy and under Your control, Sir?

It must have been, because eventually You removed Your hand and stood, pausing just long enough to wipe your now-dripping fingers across my lips, allowing me to fall silent, aside from my open-mouthed panting.

Even in my state of mindless need I loved watching You take off Your clothes, Sir, as You did without once removing Your gaze from mine as Your clothing dropped to the floor. I know I groaned out loud as You took Your magnificent, hard cock in Your hand and began to stroke it as You continued to look down at me. I wanted You to come all over me. I wanted You to fuck me until I passed out.

Both of which You did, Sir.

I know I should have begged Your permission to come, Sir, but I’m sure You know that I had absolutely no choice in the matter: just seeing You, now kneeling between my legs and resting your weight on one hand as You used the other to guide Your cock into me would have been enough, but to feel You suddenly plunge into me as You shoved Your hands under my shoulders and took possession of me, was far more than I could withstand.

I know I screamed and thrashed beneath You at Your first thrust, Sir.