No FREEDOM for Cock Slaves

It's Independence Day. July 4th! A day to celebrate freedoms for everyone in this great country of ours.  Everyone except cock slaves for Queen Arena Rome.  On this day she reminds you of what you really are, a man, if that's what we are going to call you, that eats, works and sleeps for a cock affixed to a Queen.  She taunts you with it by lubing it up and jerking it real fast and furious in your face.  Slaps it on your tongue a good bit, making you open up and say ahhhhhhhh.  You await the sensation of it slamming the back of your throat.  You think of the last time she crushed your oral fuck hole, you had trouble swallowing for a week.  As you become mesmerized by the sound of Queen's voice she jerks you back into reality with the leash she has attached to the collar around your neck.  You are not free, you are a non-entity whose only utility is subservience to Queen's cock and her red paddle.  She has you reciting and repeating slave programming mantras and beats you back into shape with her paddle if you get out of line.  Alas the head slides passed your adam's apple and you can't breathe, you become light headed and your bliss is upon you.  Your ears start ringing as you fade in and out of consciousness.  The only thing keeping you alert is the bouncing of her tits under lace bra.  Then as fast you can say "yes Queen may I have another" she buried balls deep in your ass.  When will you wake up from this, return to some form of normalcy in your life again?  Honestly, never.  You are a Arena's cock slave for life.