Tell me how much you want this c*ck...’

My owned and collared sl*ve Tom is restrained tightly to my f*cking bench. His face pressed into the harsh leather and the thick straps keeping him exactly where I want him.

It has been a short whilst since sl*ve T has taken my huge strap-on c*ck, if he wants to be thoroughly filled today, I will ensure he begs for the privilege.

Dressed in a bl*ck and gold lace body and leather knee high boots, my outfit alone is enough to make my eager c*ck sl*t desperate for me. I thoroughly enjoy humiliating him over his uncontrollable excitement to take my thick, long strap-on d*ck and please me in such a desperate and degrading way.

Sl*ve T knows that this is his only purpose, the only way he should ever be allowed to ‘enjoy’ s*xual activities. I intent to utterly own his h*le with my 10-inch c*ck again, further cementing his submission to me.

I slide two fingers into his waiting *ss, it feels extra tight today. I can tell it is going to be a very tight fit to get my huge bl*ck c*ck in, but my sl*t will take it, he will do anything to please me. Two fingers become three as I work his l*ttle h*le, getting him ready to take the deep f*cking of his life. Sl*t T’s *ss needs serious training and I intend to administer it. He is so desperate to be f*cked, his whiny pleas get louder, and I finally decide it’s time to really own that *ss!

I slide the tip of my thick strap-on in, working his h*le slowly to start with I start to build the pace, driving more and more of my girthy c*ck into him, his whimpering making me want to f*ck him harder. I drive my merciless c*ck in harder until my sl*t is fully impaled on my strap-on, his *ss stretching around it. This is the only way he can get any sort of pleasure; his useless, pathetic c*ck has no right to slide into anything other than his c*ck cage, we both know it.

As I pound my claimed f*ck h*le harder, I have my sl*t recite “Miss Anna owns my p*ssy”, damn right I do! I laugh at this pathetic f*ck toy of mine; he brings me so much amusement. Each thrust reiterates my ownership of him, his f*ck h*le now feeling thoroughly used and gaping wide open.

I have my strap-on sl*t look back at me while I use and spit on his f*ck h*le. He looks so incredibly pathetic taking every inch of my big c*ck.

My strap-on sl*t finally complains that his *ss is getting sore, however I decide when we are done! I make him count down the final ten super hard thrusts, his h*le is mine to destroy after all.

OWNING HIS H*LE