The Power Exchange: A Submissive’s Tale

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They call me an addict, but my addiction is a beautiful thing. I’m addicted to the feel of power that comes from submitting—a cock’s will, a man’s desire. It’s a high like no other, making a man feel his true strength.

Jerry, the robust trash man, was my latest conquest. His muscular arms, a testament to untapped lust, caught my attention. I invited him in, closed the door, and swiftly found myself on my knees, his pungent cock filling my mouth. No words needed, his dominant member spoke for itself.

I made George’s cock burst, such a filthy, satisfying treat. But a true man like him needed more, and my willing ass was ready. George was a force to be reckoned with, taking control, leaving me breathless. And oh, how that stinky cock of his stretched me, a perfect fit.

That’s what I live for—the stench, the power exchange, the dominance. I’m a cum slut, a filthy one at that, and I revel in it.

Another man, another dominant force, satisfied. Mission accomplished.

Can I assist with any further tasks, Sir?

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