femdom MF toy
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PRETTY BOY
Chapter 1
by Aaliri
Heels tapping on the cold stone floor, I circled the sobbing young man as he knelt before me. "You will learn obedience at all costs. If not, you'll taste the whip or strap. Don't tempt me, slave."
He could only nod mutely. Tears ran in rivulets down the almost too pretty face, eye and nose swollen and red from crying. Even in the abject state of fear his cock stood proud and firm. The pointed toe of my boot raked the underside of his cock. His body jerked as if jolted with electricity.
"Oh God mistress...p-please...I-I can't hold back!" he sobbed. Clear precum dribbled down the sides of his cock. It was fairly short, but as thick as my wrist. This slave had been specially chosen for that reason, among other features that made him a tantalizing prospect.
"If you cum without permission you'll feel the strap, I promise you," I hissed.
He groaned, hips writhing as the boot grazed the swollen, wrinkled ball sac which was almost bursting with a huge load. The staff had carefully prepared him for this initiation. The once furred groin and balls now lay as bare as a baby's bottom. A leather collar attached to a solitary leather strap that ran from the base of the collar down to the aching, throbbing cock. An ingenious network of straps held his cock and balls tightly. A thin chain ran from the ballstrap between his quivering thighs, upward through the cleft of the untouched buttocks. The end of that chain fastened on the backside of the collar. Each movement tortured his cock and balls. Just exactly as had been planned.
The strap that I carried in one hand came down across his cock. He leapt, groaned, but remained nearly motionless. The entire head of his cock was covered in sticky precum. It was time to initiate him fully.
"Get up and bend over the table. Be quick about it!" I commanded.
He sobbed but moved obediently to assume the position on the rough wooden surface. The tender bottom looked as tempting as a ripe peach. I chose a strap on dildo with great care. Just enough to push him to his limits, but not enough to cause great pain or injury. Humiliation was the goal on this occasion. Using one hand I spread the soft round globes after the chain had been unfastened. Fingers slid into the tight puckered rosebud. Lubricant eased the journey. He jerked and tensed, still sobbing, and lay quietly. Surely he knew what was to come.
"Such a pretty pussy for a boy," I whispered. Leaning in close I brought the dildo's enlarged head to his virgin bottom. "You are your mistress' pussy boy, aren't you?" His head bobbed up and down in agreement. At that very moment I wasted no time in thrusting into him. A short, sharp shriek of pain burst from his lips, the sobbing began again.
Breasts resting against his back I caressed his quivering hips, nipping none to gently against the soft skin of one shoulder. "Ssshhh...there there, baby...you're a woman now. Aren't you proud to be my fuck toy?" The mirrors in the room revealed a quickly drooping erection. This couldn't happen, it would completely ruin everything. With a steady forceful rhythm I began to fuck his tight ass.
"M-mistress! P-please ouch unnggh please no!" he sobbed. A quick slap against the quivering buttocks brought the choked words to an end.
It only took a few thrusts before the dildo grazed his prostate. The effect was instanteous, his cock jerking upright yet again, the head purplish and painfully swollen. I fucked into him with practiced ease. The silence made the echo of the slapping of my hips against his tight ass seem louder. Wet slurping sounds came from the well lubricated anus as the dildo slid relentlessly back and forth. The stiletto heels gave me an excellent vantage point. His neck became flushed as I worked the dildo deep inside the so recently plundered passage. Hips writhed and thighs began to quiver as my fucktoy realized his true purpose in life. Like a school girl he whimpered, back arching deeply as I took his boy-pussy. Pulling almost free of the now clenching ass I began to assault his prostate with stabbing thrusts. Varying things a bit, I allowed the head to glide back and forth across the swollen gland. His sobs began again, but this time coming in desperation as he realized orgasm was only moments away.
"P-please mistress...may may I cum please!" he begged.
"No." That one word reduced him to a sobbing, quivering mass of flesh. He fought valiantly to stave off the inevitable orgasm. "What's wrong darling?" I whispered against his ear. I knew full well what was wrong with him.
His refusal (or inability) to answer infuriated me. I began to fuck him roughly, like one would a seasoned, cheap whore. Rough, staccato thrusts, pounding and slapping at his ass. I reached beneath him to tug the swollen ball sac. That was his undoing. Great gouts of cum exploded from the wrist thick cock to splash on the floor. He sobbed miserably as his orgasm subsided. I quickly withdrew the dildo from his ass.
"On your knees slave, and clean that mess up!" Jerking his hair roughly I forced him to kneel. My pretty boy did exactly as he was commanded. Clutching my legs afterwards he sobbed and begged my forgiveness.
Hmm this one does seem to have some promise, I thought.
Chapter 2
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