I am in dire need of a brat tamer - for myself,of course.

Someone who can correct my thinking. An Alpha male could make me sit on the floor and hold his semit-erect cock in my face and order me to remain still. He could drag it across my face, smack it on the side if he chose, or just brush it across my lips, but not permit me  the privilege of sucking it. That would have to wait until he chose the time to let the head of his cock rest on my lower lip. The temptation to want to press my tongue out and wiggle it around under the tip is enough to make my beta head swim, but I know better than to make the decision by myself.

He's growing, and now the head starts pressing harder against my lips, making them part. I can feel my mouth water as my lips open and encircle the fat knob. It's starting to twitch, and I feel sweat break out on my forehead not knowing if I have permission to start bobbing my head back and forth and worship the phallus like my beta mind instructs me.

He makes the decision for me as he rests his hand on my head to hold it still and pump his hips slowly. He's chosen to fuck my face, and I feel overjoyed that he's decided to use me this way. He's in total control. His Alpha mind is joined to my weak beta mind. He downloads instructions from his brain, across through his dick, into my mouth and up into my beta mind. My tongue swirls around his cock head and wiggles under the tip, and all of my actions are completely determined by him. I don't have to think.

 There's more to this, but my mind can't go there quite yet. Maybe it's time for a little alcohol, so I can access the things I need to and go the places I am still afraid to go.

( to be contunued ) 

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