I w*ste no time in ordering My boy to take My strap-on c*ck; I shove it into his mouth and demand more from My sl*ve immediately. I expect to be offered depth, more openness, more c*ck sucking enthusiasm and My sl*ve responds as he must. As My sl*ve maintains eye-contact, I begin to thrust into My “...good l*ttle b*tch...” happy that he is working hard to catch up with My demands.

I can tell that My boy’s mouth is being filled with c*ck now, My strap-on reaches down the sub’s throat, searching for new frontiers of m*le submission. I laugh as I stretch the sl*ve’s mouth open, ever wider, as the sl*ve gags and I extract stifled squelching noises from his mouth – soon his other h*le will respond in a similar way!

As I slip deeper down the sl*ve’s throat I encourage him to suck hard, to get the strap-on wet for its *nal journey, the *ss-pumping treats to come. I know that My boy has the potential to impress Me again today, by taking My strap-on deep into his greedy, slutty *sshole and to acquiesce as I enjoy Myself. I will test him, taking him further, stretching his h*le towards destruction. Once I feel that My sl*ve is ready, he obeys My order to position himself with his face on the floor. I spit on his face, inserting My fingers into his mouth, deepening My control, f*cking his mouth as I will his *sshole.

I slip My strap-on into the sl*ve’s *ss, and smiling broadly, I begin to thrust into the h*le as My sl*ve moans, his eyes closed. I continue to spit on My sl*ve as his moans increase, driving him into the floor. I pull out, only to dive straight back in...there is no respite for the m*le here. At a slightly different angle I plunge My strap-on deeper into the sl*ve’s backside.

“That h*le looks so good filled!” I exclaim as the sl*ve moans continually now. I am into My pumping stride; the angelic look of concentrated control on My face contrasts with the gurning, face-pulling, desperation of My compliant toy. I vary short pumps with longer thrusts, feeling how deep I am inside the sl*ve.

Now on one knee I climb into the sl*ve once more, spitting on him before I screw him flat to the floor. Mounted, I ride My sl*ve’s *ss, holding his legs down whilst My strap-on continues My invasion. I encourage My boy “That’s it...does it feel deep?” and he answers immediately “Yes, Mistress!!” knowing his place, his role – to be filled right up, spat upon and used for My pleasure. I turn My boy into a mess at both ends, with relentless strap-on reaming, spitting and deep breaching of his h*les.

I order the sl*ve to turn over, lift his knees and, as he holds his legs high, I enter him again: “...just let it fill you...” I demand as I pull his b*lls, stretching the sl*ve’s b*lls while teasing his c*ck. I loom over My sl*ve physically; I drive him towards release as he moans loudly and bellows with desire. I use My total control and My boy jolts and twitches under Me, as I manipulate his body and stretch his mind. “Feel it...give me that h*le, that’s what I want from you...!”

My enjoyment is clear throughout: filling My sl*ve’s h*les all the way up, keeping him desperate and t*rmented with his b*lls pulled and his sensitive *ss feeling literally painful...such intense use, teased until desperately on the edge makes for a good boy. I deny My sl*ve release: I have kept My word and ensured that the sl*ve’s h*le has been annihilated.

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