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Gary becomes Cristie’s bitch and she fucks him with a strap-on dildo, and does other kinky things with him.
Gary’s heart pounded in his chest as he approached the closed door to Cristie’s bedroom. The hallway was dimly lit, casting long shadows from the flickering candles placed at intervals along the walls. The smell of vanilla and something faintly musky filled the air, hinting at the intimate scene that lay beyond the wooden barrier. He paused for a moment, his hand hovering over the doorknob, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves. He’d been with Cristie before, but tonight felt different—more charged, more intense.
As he entered the room, the soft glow of candlelight revealed the silhouette of a woman, her body a series of curves and angles that made his mouth water. She was bent over her dresser, her long, dark hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of night. Her bare skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, hinting at the warmth of her body and the promise of passion. He took in the sight of her, his eyes tracing the curve of her ass as she rummaged through the top drawer, oblivious to his presence.
The room itself was a testament to her tastes—deep reds and blacks dominated the color scheme, with velvet sheets thrown haphazardly across the king-sized bed, beckoning like a seductive invitation. The walls were adorned with art that was both erotic and macabre, a stark contrast to the sweet, innocent face that turned to smile at him as she finally noticed his arrival.
“Gary,” she purred, her voice a siren’s call that sent shivers down his spine. “You’re right on time.”
Her eyes twinkled mischievously, and she turned back to the dresser, pulling out a set of leather cuffs and a blindfold. His eyes widened at the sight, his imagination racing with the possibilities of what she had planned. He felt a mix of excitement and apprehension, his body responding despite his mind’s feeble attempts at self-restraint.
“Strip,” she ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument. “I want you naked and on your knees by the bed.”
Gary swallowed hard, his hands shaking slightly as he began to undress. Each item of clothing that fell to the floor felt like a barrier being removed, exposing him to her gaze and her will. He felt vulnerable yet exhilarated, his heart racing with every passing second. As he knelt before the bed, the leather cuffs snapped around his wrists, and the blindfold was secured over his eyes, he knew that he was completely under her control.
The mattress dipped as she climbed onto it, her weight causing the springs to protest softly. He heard the sound of a zipper being drawn down, and then the rustle of fabric as she shed her own clothing. The anticipation was unbearable, his body straining against the leather restraints, eager for whatever came next.
Suddenly, he felt the warmth of her hand on the back of his neck, guiding him towards the edge of the bed. He could feel the wetness of her pussy against his cheek, smell the sweet musk of her arousal. His cock twitched in response, straining against the fabric of his boxers.
“You’re going to worship me tonight,” she murmured, her breath hot against his ear. “You’re going to be my good little slut and do everything I say.”
Gary nodded, his voice a hoarse whisper. “Yes, Mistress.”
He felt the bed shift again, and then she was straddling his face, her pussy hovering just above his open mouth. “Lick,” she instructed, and he did, his tongue darting out to taste her sweetness. She moaned in approval, her hips rocking slightly against his face as she grew wetter.
The vibrations began, a low, insistent hum that grew in intensity. He realized with a jolt that she was wearing vibrating panties, the sensation of the fabric against his skin making him even more eager to please her. He licked and sucked, his tongue dancing over her clit as she ground herself against him.
“Good boy,” she cooed, the vibrations from the panties growing stronger with every passing moment. “But now it’s time for the real fun.”
The bed shifted as she climbed off him, and he heard the sound of more fabric rustling. His imagination painted a vivid picture of her sliding the strap-on into place, her breath hitching as the dildo filled her. The anticipation was a delicious torment, his body quivering in excitement and fear. He felt her hand on his shoulder, guiding him to stand.
“On your hands and knees,” she whispered, her breath hot and heavy in his ear. “It’s time for me to take what’s mine.”
Gary complied, his heart hammering in his chest as he positioned himself on the bed. The leather cuffs tightened as he stretched his arms out, the leather biting into his skin just enough to remind him of his submission. He could feel the mattress shift as she moved behind him, the head of the dildo nudging against his entrance.
The first push was gentle, but firm, the tip of the rubber cock breaching him. He gasped, the sensation of being filled so completely washing over him. She took her time, pushing inch by inch until the full length was buried within him. The vibrations from her panties pulsed through his body, syncing with the rhythmic throb of the strap-on, setting his nerve endings alight.
Cristie began to move, her hips rolling in a steady rhythm that soon had him moaning. She reached around, her hand wrapping around his throbbing erection, her thumb flicking over the head as she fucked him. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, sending him spiraling towards an orgasm he hadn’t expected so soon.
“You like that, don’t you?” she taunted, her voice low and sultry. “You like it when I treat you like my little slut.”
Gary nodded, unable to form coherent words as she worked him over. The pressure built within him, his body tightening as he approached the edge. He could feel his orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to consume him.
“Cum for me,” she ordered, her grip tightening. “Show me what a good slut you are.”
Her words were the final push he needed, and with a muffled shout, he came, his hips bucking wildly as he spurted onto the bed beneath him. The intensity of his climax was matched by the vibrations from the strap-on, sending waves of pleasure through him that seemed to go on forever.
As the aftershocks of his orgasm faded, he felt her move away, the absence of her touch leaving him feeling empty and wanting. But he knew the night was far from over. With a grin, she unbuckled the strap-on, the sound of her footsteps echoing through the room as she moved towards the dresser again. He lay there, panting and spent, his body still thrumming with pleasure, waiting to see what depraved delight she would come up with next.
The sound of a bottle being uncapped filled the room, and he felt a cool liquid being drizzled over his back. He recognized it immediately—it was her favorite massage oil, infused with a hint of mint. She began to rub it into his skin, her strong hands kneading his muscles, the minty scent mixing with the musky aroma of their sex.
“You’re going to need to be relaxed for what’s next,” she purred, her voice thick with desire. “But first, let’s get this off you.”
The leather cuffs were removed, and she guided him to lie on his stomach. He felt the bed shift again as she climbed on, her knees pressing into his back as she leaned over him. The cold metal of the nipple clamps made him gasp as she attached them to his sensitive peaks, tightening them until he felt the sweet sting of pain mingling with the lingering pleasure of his recent release.
“Now, let’s see how well you can handle your new role,” she murmured, her breath tickling his ear.
Her hand slid down his spine, coming to rest between his cheeks. He felt the tip of the dildo pressing against his already sensitive hole, and he braced himself for what was to come. With a slick sound, she pushed it back inside him, her movements slow and deliberate. The oil made it slide in with ease, filling him up once more. The vibrations from her panties were still going, the intensity fluctuating as she adjusted the settings, driving him wild with desire.
He moaned into the pillow, his body rocking back to meet each of her thrusts. The sting from the nipple clamps added a new layer of sensation, making him squirm with every movement she made. She leaned down and whispered dirty words into his ear, calling him her little slut, her toy, her personal fuck doll. Each word sent a shiver down his spine, making his cock twitch and throb against the sheets.
As she picked up the pace, the sound of the dildo slapping against his skin filled the room, mixing with their gasps and groans. He could feel the heat of her body radiating through the mattress, her breath hot on his neck. She reached around and grabbed his hips, pulling him back onto her, the dildo hitting just the right spot inside him, making his toes curl. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate balance of pleasure and pain that had him begging for more.
“You’re such a good little slut,” she said, her voice thick with lust. “You take it so well.”
Her hand found its way to his cock, her fingers wrapping around the base as she began to pump him in time with her thrusts. The dual sensations of being filled and stroked were too much to handle, and he felt himself quickly building towards another orgasm.
“Cristie,” he moaned, his voice muffled by the pillow. “I’m going to cum again.”
“Do it,” she growled, her own breaths becoming more ragged. “Cum for me, my slut.”
He let go, his body shaking as he came once more, his orgasm ripped from him with an intensity that left him breathless. She didn’t stop, her hips continuing to move, the dildo still pumping into him. He could feel the wetness on the bed beneath him, their combined juices soaking the sheets.
As he came down from his high, she slowed her movements, gently withdrawing the dildo. She climbed off the bed, leaving him there, panting and trembling, his body still pulsing with aftershocks of pleasure. He heard her moving around the room, and then the sound of the shower starting up. The warm spray of water washed over him a moment later as she pulled him to his feet and led him into the bathroom, the sting of the mint oil on his skin melding with the steamy heat of the shower.
Under the spray, she washed the oil and sweat away, her soapy hands gliding over his body, cleaning him thoroughly. She kissed him, her tongue delving into his mouth, tasting of mint and sex. He could feel the vibrations from the panties slow and then stop as she turned them off, the sudden silence almost deafening in contrast to the symphony of sensations that had come before.
“We’re not done yet,” she murmured against his skin as she turned him to face the shower wall. She reached for a bottle of lube and squeezed a generous amount onto her hand, before sliding it over the dildo, now clean and gleaming in the shower light. “Bend over.”
He complied, his legs wobbly with exhaustion. The warm water cascaded over his back, the coolness of the lube a stark contrast. She stepped behind him, pressing the dildo to his entrance again, and he braced himself for the feeling of being filled once more.
But she had other plans. She slid it between his cheeks, teasing the sensitive skin before moving it lower, to his balls. She began to massage him gently, the coolness of the lube mixing with the heat of the water to create a sensation that was both soothing and erotic. He moaned, his body responding despite his earlier release.
Cristie chuckled, her hand moving up to his chest, her nails lightly scraping his nipples. “You’re so responsive,” she said, her voice filled with satisfaction. “I can’t wait to see what else we can do.”
Without another word, she turned off the shower and led him back into the bedroom. The cool air hit his wet skin, making him shiver, but the heat between his legs only grew. She pushed him down onto the bed, and he felt the softness of the velvet sheets against his back.
“Get on your knees,” she ordered, her voice firm and demanding. “I want you to lick my ass.”
Gary felt a thrill of excitement and trepidation. He’d never done anything like this before, but he was eager to please her. He got into position, his face just inches from her perfect round ass. He could see the puckered hole hidden between her cheeks, and he leaned in, his tongue tentatively reaching out to touch it.
The taste was unlike anything he’d ever experienced—musky and salty, yet somehow sweet. He lapped at her, feeling her squirm and moan above him. She reached back, her fingers threading through his hair, pulling his face closer, urging him deeper. He obeyed, his tongue sliding into her, tasting her, exploring the depths of her ass.
Her moans grew louder, her hips moving in time with his tongue. “Yes,” she hissed, “just like that.”
Her grip tightened on his hair, and he knew she was close. He pushed his tongue in deeper, fucking her with it, feeling the walls of her ass clench around him. She came with a shout, her body shaking as he swallowed her juices, his own cock throbbing with need.
“Now,” she panted, “it’s your turn.”
Cristie flipped him over, her eyes dark with desire. She lubricated the dildo once more, and without warning, she slammed it into him, making him cry out. He felt her hand on his cock, stroking him in time with her thrusts. The pain and pleasure mixed, sending him spiraling into another orgasm.
As he came, she whispered in his ear, “You’re mine, forever.”
The intensity of her words, combined with the exquisite sensations, left him trembling and gasping for air. He nodded, unable to speak, his body completely under her control.
“Good boy,” she said, her voice gentle now. She pulled the dildo out and climbed off the bed, leaving him there, his body still quivering. He heard the sound of a drawer opening, and then she was back, a new toy in her hand—a sleek, black vibrator with a curved tip.
“This,” she said, running the cold metal along his spine, “is going to make you scream my name.”
Gary felt his heart race as she slid the vibrator into his ass, the curve of it pressing against his prostate. She turned it on, and the room was filled with the low, steady hum. He arched his back, his eyes rolling back in his head as she began to move it in slow, torturous circles.
Her other hand found his cock again, her fingers tightening around it as she worked the vibrator inside him. The sensations were too much, his body no longer his own. He begged and pleaded for relief, for her to let him come again, but she only laughed, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.
The climax hit him like a wave, crashing over him and leaving him gasping for breath. He collapsed onto the bed, his body spent, his mind reeling from the intensity of the experience.
Cristie leaned over him, her breasts pressing against his back. She kissed his neck, her teeth grazing his skin. “Welcome to the new you,” she murmured, her voice a dark promise of the depraved delights that awaited him.
Gary could only moan in response, already eager for whatever she had planned next. He was hers, completely and utterly, and he’d never felt more alive.
With a smirk, she straddled his hips, aligning the strap-on with his stretched hole. “You want it, don’t you?” she teased, the tip of the dildo brushing against his entrance.
“Yes, Mistress,” he whimpered, lifting his hips slightly to encourage her. “Please, fuck me again.”
Without another word, she slammed the dildo back into him, her movements punctuated by the wet slap of skin on skin. He locked his legs around her waist, pulling her closer, desperate to feel every inch of her dominance. “I’m Cristie’s butt slut!” he chanted, the words leaving his lips in a breathless stream as she began to fuck him missionary style, her hips grinding against him with an animalistic ferocity.
Her breasts bounced in time with her thrusts, and he reached up to cup them, feeling the hardness of her nipples beneath his palms. She groaned in pleasure, her hand coming down to squeeze his as she fucked him deeper and harder. “That’s it,” she murmured, her eyes never leaving his. “You’re such a good boy for me.”
The room was filled with their moans and the slap of the dildo, their bodies moving together in a symphony of lust. The vibrations from the strap-on sent shockwaves through him, making his cock throb with every stroke. “I’m Cristie’s butt bitch!” he repeated, the words becoming a mantra as he lost himself in the sensations.
Her nails dug into his hips, leaving little half-moons of pain that only served to drive him closer to the edge. “You’re mine,” she said, her voice harsh with need. “Mine to fuck, mine to use, mine to own.”
He nodded frantically, his orgasm building once more. “Yes, Mistress,” he gasped. “I’m yours.”
Her hand reached between them, wrapping around his cock and stroking him in time with her thrusts. “Cum for me,” she ordered, her voice a seductive whisper. “Cum for your Mistress.”
He couldn’t hold back any longer. With a cry, he came, his body shuddering with the force of his release. She didn’t stop, her hips continuing to piston as he spurted onto his chest, the feeling of her inside him only adding to the intensity of his climax.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, she leaned down to kiss him, her tongue pushing into his mouth, tasting of mint and desire. “Good boy,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. “You’re going to be perfect.”
They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, the aftershocks of their orgasms still rippling through them. Then she sat back, her hand trailing down his body, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “We’re not done yet,” she said, her voice a siren’s call that had him hardening once more.
The strap-on was removed, and she climbed off the bed. He watched her, his body still trembling, as she picked up a bottle of lube and a set of anal beads. “You’re going to take all of these,” she said, her voice filled with determination.
Gary felt his heart race, his body already craving the next round of pleasure. He spread his legs wider, eager to submit to her every whim. She lubed the first bead and pushed it in, the sensation of it stretching him out making him moan. “One more,” he whispered, his voice needy.
Cristie chuckled, her eyes filled with mischief. “Greedy slut,” she murmured, inserting another bead and then another, until the string was taut against his skin. “You’re going to take all of them, and then I’ll fuck you again.”
He nodded, his eyes glazed over with lust. The pressure was intense, the beads filling him up, but the promise of more was too tempting to resist. As she began to tug them out, one by one, he felt his cock throb with anticipation.
“Now,” she said, straddling him once more, the strap-on back in place, “
Gary felt a shiver of excitement run through him as he awaited her next command. “Yes, Mistress,” he breathed, his eyes locked on the swaying dildo.
With a wicked smile, she leaned down and whispered, “You want this, don’t you, my little slut?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he moaned, his body arching up to meet her.
With a swift, firm motion, she slammed the strap-on into him, filling him up completely. He gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head, as she began to ride him, the anal beads inside him moving with every thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that had him begging for more.
Her movements grew faster, more demanding, the sound of the dildo slapping against his skin echoing through the room. He could feel her getting closer, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. “Cum for me,” she ordered, her voice strained with her own need. “I want to feel you tighten around me.”
Gary couldn’t hold on any longer. With a shout, he came, his body bucking wildly beneath her. She didn’t slow down, her hips pumping faster and faster until she was screaming out her own orgasm, her pussy pulsing against his prostate, sending him over the edge once more.
They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat and lube. She pulled the beads out of his ass, one by one, the sensation making him jerk with every tug. She kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth as if it were a newfound treasure.
“You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice hoarse from his cries of pleasure.
Cristie grinned, a look of pure satisfaction on her face. “We’re just getting started,” she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She slid off the bed, her naked body glowing in the candlelight. “There’s so much more I want to do to you.”
Gary watched her, his cock already stirring to life again. He couldn’t believe the depths of depravity she had brought out in him, but he craved it, needed it. “What’s next?” he asked, his voice eager.
“Patience,” she said, her eyes dancing with mischief. “But first, I need you to clean up.”
With a wink, she handed him a wet washcloth and a bottle of water. He cleaned himself up, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement. He knew she enjoyed watching him, the power dynamics of their play only heightening his arousal.
When he was done, she took the washcloth from him and tossed it aside. “Now, get on your back,” she said, her voice firm.
He obeyed, his heart racing. She climbed onto the bed and straddled his chest, her pussy hovering just above his face. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, making his mouth water.
“Lick me,” she commanded.
He didn’t hesitate, his tongue darting out to taste her. She was wet, so wet, and she tasted like pure sin. He licked and sucked, his tongue delving into her folds as she moaned and rocked against his face.
Her hand found his cock, her grip firm as she began to stroke him. He could feel her getting closer, her breaths becoming shallower, her moans more insistent. “Cum for me,” she whispered, her voice a siren’s call.
He did, his body jerking with the force of his climax, his cock pulsing in her hand. She leaned down and kissed him, her taste mingling with his own. “Perfect,” she murmured. “Absolutely perfect.”
They lay there for a moment, their breaths mingling, their hearts beating as one. Then she rolled off of him, her hand reaching for something on the bedside table.
“What’s that?” he asked, his voice filled with curiosity.
“A little something to keep you hard for me,” she said, her smile wicked. “It’s a cock ring, and it’s going to make sure you’re always ready.”
He felt the cool metal of the cock ring slip over his still-throbbing shaft, the snug fit making him gasp. It was tight, but not painfully so, the pressure building as she adjusted it into place. “How does it feel?” she asked, her eyes gleaming.
“It feels… intense,” he managed to say, his breath catching in his throat. “Good, Mistress.”
“Good,” she purred, stroking his cock lightly. “Because you’re going to need to be hard for a while longer.”
Cristie slid off the bed and padded over to the dresser, her hips swaying with the confidence of a woman who knew exactly how to please. She rummaged through a drawer, and he could hear the clink of metal and the rustle of fabric. When she turned back to him, she was holding a leather collar and a set of leather cuffs.
“Sit up,” she instructed, her voice firm.
Gary did as he was told, watching as she fastened the collar around his neck, the cool leather sending shivers down his spine. She then attached a leash to it and handed the other end to him. “Hold this,” she said, her smile wicked. “I want you to keep it tight, and don’t let go unless I tell you to.”
He took the leash in his hand, his grip tight. She slid the cuffs around his wrists and secured them, the sound of the lock clicking into place sending a thrill through him. He was utterly at her mercy, and he loved it.
Cristie climbed back onto the bed, her eyes never leaving his. She picked up a bottle of lube and dripped it onto her hand, her fingers playing with the strap-on’s base. “I want you to watch me,” she said, her voice a low purr. “Watch as I fuck you, my little slut.”
He nodded, his eyes fixed on the sight of her lubing the dildo. She leaned over and pushed it back into him, and he groaned, the pressure from the cock ring adding to the sensation. She began to move again, her hips rocking as she fucked him slowly, her eyes holding his gaze.
Gary felt his body respond, his cock straining against the leather, desperate for release. “Mistress, please,” he begged, his voice hoarse.
“Not yet,” she said, her smile turning into a grin. “We’re going to go slow tonight.”
He watched as she reached behind her and turned the vibrations on the panties up higher, the buzzing against his ass driving him wild. She began to thrust faster, her breasts bouncing with each movement, her moans growing louder.
The pleasure was unbearable, his body on the edge of ecstasy. “Mistress,” he gasped, his voice breaking. “I need to cum.”
“You’ll cum when I tell you,” she said, her voice firm. “But for now, just enjoy the ride.”
He could do nothing but nod, his eyes glazed with lust as she took him, her movements becoming more erratic, more intense. He could feel her getting closer, her breath hitching in her throat, and he knew she was going to come again.
Suddenly, she froze, her body going rigid. “Now,” she moaned, her voice a low, desperate sound. “Cum for me, slut.”
He did, his body convulsing as he released, the orgasm tearing through him like a storm. She followed soon after, her cries of pleasure mingling with his. They lay there, panting and sated, the only sound in the room the faint buzz of the vibrating panties.
Finally, she pulled out and slumped down beside him, her hand still resting on the base of the strap-on. “How was that?” she asked, her voice soft.
“A-amazing,” he managed to say, his body still trembling. “Thank you, Mistress.”
“The night is young,” she whispered, her eyes gleaming. “And I have so much more planned for you.”
With that, she leaned in and kissed him, her tongue sliding into his mouth, tasting of mint and desire. Then she pulled away, a wicked glint in her eye. “I think it’s time for a little clean up,” she said, her voice a low purr.
Gary watched as she climbed off the bed, the strap-on still swaying between her legs. She sauntered over to the en suite bathroom, her hips rolling with each step. He felt a mix of awe and anticipation, knowing that she wasn’t done with him yet. She turned on the shower, the sound of water hitting the tiles filling the room, and beckoned him with a crook of her finger.
He stumbled to his feet, the leash still in his hand, his legs weak from the intense pleasure she had given him. He followed her into the steamy shower, the water cascading down their bodies, washing away the sweat and lube. She pushed him to his knees, the cold tile a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies.
“Open your mouth,” she ordered.
Gary did, and she aimed her stream of piss directly into his mouth, the warmth and taste of her mixing with the water from the shower. He swallowed, the act of submission making him harder than ever before. She watched him, her eyes hooded with pleasure, as he drank from her, the leather of the collar digging into his neck.
When she was done, she stepped aside and rinsed off, the water running over her body, making her skin glisten. He was left kneeling, his mouth still open, the taste of her still lingering. She stepped back in front of him, her hand reaching down to stroke his face gently.
“Good boy,” she murmured. “You’re doing so well.”
The praise sent another shiver through him, and he felt his cock throb against the pressure of the cock ring. She noticed and smirked, reaching down to remove it. The sudden release made him groan, his erection springing back to life.
“On your feet,” she said, her voice firm. “You’re going to need to be clean for what’s next.”
He stood, the water pounding against his back, the leather cuffs still tight around his wrists. She took a sponge and began to wash him, her hands gliding over his body with a possessive touch. Every inch of him was scrubbed clean, her fingers lingering on his sensitive areas, making him squirm and gasp.
When she was satisfied, she turned the water off and led him back to the bed, her hand on the small of his back. She dried him off with a towel, her movements brisk and efficient, before securing his wrists to the bed frame again.
“Now,” she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “We can really get started.”
Gary felt a thrill of excitement run through him. He had no idea what she had planned, but he knew it would be something that would push his boundaries even further. He lay there, his body taut with anticipation, waiting for her next command.
Cristie stepped back and surveyed him, her eyes raking over his naked form. “You’re mine,” she said, her voice a low growl. “My little fuck toy.”
Gary felt his body respond, his cock twitching with every word. He knew he was hers, completely and utterly. Whatever she had in store for him, he was ready.
She picked up a small bottle from the nightstand, and he could smell the faint scent of lube. “This is going to be a tight fit,” she said, her eyes glued to his. “But I know you can take it.”
Gary nodded, his heart racing as she slicked up the largest of the anal plugs they had used before. He felt the tip press against his hole, the anticipation making him tense. With a slow, deliberate motion, she pushed it in, the pressure making him gasp.
Inch by inch, she filled him up, her eyes never leaving his. The plug was bigger than anything he’d ever taken before, stretching him wider than he’d ever been. The sensation was intense, the burn turning into a deep, aching pleasure that had him begging for more.
When it was fully seated, she leaned over and kissed him, her tongue probing his mouth. “Good boy,” she whispered against his lips. “You’re doing so good for me.”
Her hand found his cock again, stroking it gently as she began to suck him off. He watched, transfixed, as she took his length into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she swallowed him whole. Her eyes never left his, the connection between them only growing stronger as she worked him over.
The pressure of the plug inside him combined with the sensation of her mouth on his cock was more than he could handle. He felt his orgasm building, his body tightening. “Mistress,” he groaned, his voice strained.
“Cum for me,” she said, her voice muffled around his shaft. “I want to taste every drop.”
With a final, desperate thrust, he came, his hips bucking as he filled her mouth with his seed. She took it all, her throat working as she swallowed his cum. He could feel the plug moving inside him with each pulse of his orgasm, the sensation pushing him even further over the edge.
When he was done, she pulled off with a pop, a trail of cum connecting them. She licked her lips, a look of pure satisfaction on her face. “Delicious,” she murmured, her eyes sparkling.
Gary lay there, his body trembling from the intensity of it all. He’d never felt so used, so wanted, so alive.
Cristie climbed onto the bed, straddling his chest once more. She reached back and removed the plug, the sudden emptiness making him gasp. “Now,” she said, her voice low and seductive. “It’s my turn.”
The head of her strap-on was slick with lube, and she slid it into her own pussy with ease. He watched as she began to ride it, her breasts bouncing, her hips moving in a hypnotic dance.
He could feel his cock hardening again, his body betraying his exhaustion. “Please,” he whispered, his voice raw. “I need more.”
Cristie leaned down and kissed him again, her hand coming up to grip the base of his cock. “As you wish,” she said, her smile wicked.
With a flick of her wrist, she turned the vibrations on the strap-on up to their maximum setting. The bed began to shake with the force of her thrusts, the sound of the vibrations filling the room. She moved faster and faster, her moans growing louder, her body a symphony of desire.
Gary watched, his own hand moving to his cock, stroking it in time with her movements. He could feel himself getting closer and closer, the pressure building.
“Come for me,” she said, her eyes locked on his. “Come with me.”
And with that, she leaned back and came, her pussy clenching around the dildo. The sight was too much for him, and with a shout, he erupted, his cum spurting out and landing on her stomach.
They lay there, panting and sated, their bodies entwined. The candles had burned down, their flames flickering in the quiet darkness. “I love you,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
“And I love you,” she said, her voice filled with affection. “My sweet, obedient slut.”
They stayed like that for a long while, the only sounds their breathing and the slowing of their hearts. But even in the quiet, the air was charged with the promise of more to come. This was only the beginning of their night of pleasure.
Cristie slithered off him, her movements sinuous and graceful. She padded over to the bedside drawer and pulled out a bottle of their favorite lube and a pair of velvet-covered handcuffs. “On your back,” she ordered, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
Gary eagerly complied, his body already craving the next round of sensations she had in store for him. He watched as she lubed her fingers and slid them into her own ass, preparing herself for the next act. “Now, suck my toes,” she said, placing her foot onto his face.
The scent of their combined arousal still lingered on her skin, and he didn’t hesitate. He took her toe into his mouth, the taste of her pussy mixed with mint making him groan with desire. He sucked and licked, his tongue dancing over her soft skin.
“Good boy,” she murmured, her voice thick with lust. She leaned back and lifted her leg, her pussy hovering above his face. He watched as she began to piss, the warm stream landing on her foot and trickling down to his mouth. He eagerly lapped it up, feeling her toes twitch with pleasure at the sensation.
The golden liquid cascaded over his face, the heat of it making him shiver. He swallowed, the taste of her marking him as her own. When she was done, she placed her foot back on his chest and leaned over him, her eyes filled with satisfaction.
“You’re such a good slut,” she said, her voice a purr. “Sucking on my toes like that.”
He licked his lips, savoring the taste of her. She reached down and uncuffed his wrists, her fingers tracing the marks left by the leather. “You’re mine,” she whispered, her eyes burning into his. “Always remember that.”
Gary nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. He knew it was true, that he belonged to her in every way. And as she slid the velvet cuffs around his wrists and secured them to the bedframe once more, he felt a surge of excitement at the thought of what was to come.
Her hand slid down to his cock, her grip firm. “You’re still so hard,” she murmured. “Do you like being my little piss toy?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said, his voice filled with need.
“Good,” she said, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
Cristie climbed off the bed and went to the dresser, her ass swaying as she moved. She pulled out a small, sleek vibrator and a tube of lube, her eyes never leaving his. “Spread your legs,” she instructed.
Gary did, his heart racing. He felt the cool gel against his skin as she smeared it over the toy and then slid it into his ass. The sensation was overwhelming, the vibrations echoing through him as she turned it on.
She climbed back onto the bed, straddling his chest. “Now,” she said, her voice a low growl. “You’re going to watch as I get myself off, while you’re tied up and helpless.”
Gary’s eyes widened as she began to pleasure herself with the vibrator, her hips rolling in time with the buzzing. She was so close, so beautiful, and he was bound, unable to do anything but watch and listen to her moans.
The tension in the room grew thicker, the air practically vibrating with it. And as she came, her cries of pleasure were the sweetest music to his ears. He felt his own orgasm build again, his body straining against the bonds.
But she wasn’t done yet. With a final, shuddering gasp, she leaned over and whispered in his ear, her breath hot against his skin. “You can come now,” she said, her voice a seductive purr.
And with that, he let go, his body convulsing as he came for the third time, his orgasm a testament to her dominance and his submission. They lay there, their breaths mingling, their hearts racing as they reveled in the aftermath of their passionate play.
But even as he felt the final spasms of his climax, he knew it wasn’t the end. She hadn’t allowed him to release yet, and the anticipation was driving him wild. He could feel the vibrator still inside her, the low hum a constant reminder of the power she held over him. “You can come now,” she whispered, her voice a siren’s call.
Gary’s eyes shot open, and he watched as she removed the toy from her dripping pussy, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She slid down his body, her hand wrapping around his erection again. “But not until I’ve had some more fun,” she said, her eyes gleaming.
Without warning, she brought her foot up to her mouth and began to lick her own piss off her toes. He watched, mesmerized, as she cleaned herself with slow, sensuous strokes of her tongue. Then, she brought her foot down to his face, her toes hovering just above his mouth.
“Open up,” she ordered.
He parted his lips and she pushed her toes inside, the taste of their combined juices making him moan. He sucked on them, her pussy juices mingling with the mint from the panties, the salty tang of her piss still lingering. It was a heady mix that had him on the edge once again.
“Good boy,” she cooed, her hand tightening around his cock. “Now, I’m going to make you scream.”
She turned the vibrator on again and slammed it back into her pussy, her eyes rolling back in her head with pleasure. She rode it hard, her tits bouncing with each thrust, her moans growing louder and more frantic. He watched, his own need building, his hips pushing up into her hand, desperate for release.
“Come for me,” she screamed, her body convulsing with her own orgasm.
And with that, he lost it, his cock pulsing with his release, spurting cum all over her stomach and chest. She leaned back, watching him with a look of pure satisfaction. “That’s it,” she murmured. “That’s my good boy.”
They lay there, panting and sated, the only sound in the room the faint buzz of the vibrator she had yet to turn off. Her foot remained in his mouth, her toes gently stroking his tongue.
“Swallow,” she said, her voice a gentle command.
He obeyed, the taste of her piss and cum mixing with the mint on his tongue. He felt a strange sense of pride, knowing that he had given her everything she wanted.
But even as he lay there, his body spent, he knew it wasn’t the end. The night was still young, and she had so much more in store for him. The thrill of submission coursed through his veins, leaving him eager and ready for whatever she had planned next.
With a wicked grin, she climbed off the bed, leaving him tied and exposed. “You’re going to need to clean up,” she said, her voice filled with mirth.
He watched as she walked over to the dresser and pulled out a bottle of their favorite massage oil. She approached him, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Ready for your next lesson, slut?”
Gary nodded, his body already responding to the thought of what was to come. She straddled him again, the strap-on still strapped to her body, her pussy wet and ready.
“You’re going to learn how to clean up like a good little slut,” she said, her voice low and seductive. “And then, we’re going to do it all over again.”
With that, she began to massage the oil into his back, her hands strong and firm. The warmth of the oil mixed with the heat of his arousal, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He knew he was in for a night of unbridled passion, a night where he would be pushed to his limits and beyond. And as she leaned down to kiss him, her tongue delving into his mouth, he knew he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Cristie pulled away, her eyes glinting with mischief. “On your back,” she ordered, her voice firm. He rolled over, his heart racing as she climbed on top of him, her strap-on pressing into his thigh.
“I want three,” she said, her voice low and demanding. “Three orgasms from you before I let you come.”
Gary swallowed, his cock already hard again at the thought of pleasing her. He nodded, eager to begin. She shoved his face into her pussy, the scent of her arousal filling his nostrils. He found her clit with his tongue and began to suck, feeling her body tense with each flick and lick.
Her hips rocked against his face, her moans growing louder as she grew closer. He could feel her wetness, her juices coating his chin and throat, the vibrations from the strap-on adding to the intensity.
He worked her clit with all the skill he had, his tongue moving in circles, flicking and sucking until she was bucking against him, her first orgasm ripping through her body. He didn’t stop, continuing to pleasure her even as she tried to push him away, her cries of ecstasy echoing through the room.
The second orgasm came quickly, her body arching off the bed as she screamed his name. He could feel her pussy clench around the base of the dildo, her muscles tightening with each pulse of pleasure.
But he wasn’t done yet. He pushed her legs apart further, his tongue delving deeper into her folds, tasting every part of her. Her thighs quivered, her hands grabbing fistfuls of the bed sheets.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped, her voice shaking. “Gary, I’m going to come again.”
He didn’t let up, his tongue flicking against her swollen bud. And with a final, guttural cry, she did. Her third orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing as she rode the waves of pleasure.
He pulled away, panting, his face slick with her cum. She looked down at him, her eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and hunger. “Good boy,” she said, her voice a whisper. “Now, it’s your turn.”
With a flick of her wrist, she turned the vibrations of the strap-on up to their maximum setting and slammed it into him, the oil making it slide in easily. He moaned, his body already on the edge from the sensation of her pussy on his face.
Her hips began to move again, the dildo hitting his prostate with each thrust. He could feel himself getting closer, the pressure building.
“Cum for me,” she ordered, her voice a snarl. “Cum for me now.”
And with that, he lost control, his body shaking as he came, his orgasm ripping through him with a force that left him gasping for breath. She didn’t stop, though, her own desire still not sated.
“Again,” she whispered, her hand wrapping around his cock. “I want to feel you come again.”
Gary nodded, his body responding to her command. And as she fucked him, her strap-on vibrating against his prostate, he knew he would do anything to give her what she wanted.
He felt his climax building again, his hips bucking up to meet her thrusts. She leaned down, her teeth grazing his ear. “You’re mine,” she said, her voice a seductive purr. “Forever and always.”
And with that, he came again, his body shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm. She slowed, her movements tender now, her hands stroking his face as he lay there, bound and spent.
“Good slut,” she murmured, kissing him gently. “You did so well.”
The praise washed over him like a warm wave, filling him with a sense of pride and belonging that was unlike anything he’d ever felt before.
“Now,” she said, her voice a low growl. “Let’s see how much more you can take.”
With a wicked smile, she climbed off the bed, leaving him tied and waiting. “I need you to beg for it,” she said, her voice like velvet. “Beg for me to fuck you.”
“Please,” he murmured, his voice hoarse from moaning. “Please, Mistress. Fuck me.”
Cristie strutted over to the bed, her strap-on still in place. She climbed on top of him, her wet pussy hovering above his mouth. “Good boy,” she said, her hand coming down to caress his cheek. “Suck my clit.”
Gary eagerly obeyed, his tongue flicking out to meet her command. She tasted like heaven, sweet and musky with a hint of mint from her panties. He licked and sucked, feeling her body tense with each movement of his mouth. Her moans grew louder, her hips rocking against his face.
The first orgasm hit her like a bolt of lightning, making her scream and squirt all over his face. He drank her in, the taste of her on his tongue, the feel of her wetness on his skin. He could feel the power she held over him, the way she could make him come just by telling him to.
“Again,” she demanded, her voice a growl. “Make me come again.”
Her thighs tightened around his head, holding him in place as she ground her pussy against his mouth. He licked and sucked, his tongue delving into her, tasting her juices. The vibrations from the strap-on grew stronger, sending waves of pleasure through him.
Her second orgasm was a slow build, her body shaking as she rode it out. He could feel her pussy pulsing against his tongue, her juices running down his throat. He moaned into her, his cock aching with the need to be touched, to be inside her.
But she wasn’t done with him yet. She pulled away, her breathing ragged. “One more,” she panted. “Make me come one more time.”
With a final, desperate effort, he sucked on her clit, feeling her body tense around him. And with a scream, she came again, her pussy spasming as she squirted all over his face. He gulped down her cum, his own orgasm threatening to overwhelm him.
Cristie slid off the bed, her eyes gleaming. “You’ve earned a reward,” she said, her voice a purr. She unbuckled the strap-on and tossed it aside, her own arousal still evident. She climbed back onto the bed, straddling him once more.
Her hand wrapped around his cock, her thumb caressing the sensitive tip. “You’ve been such a good boy,” she murmured. “Now it’s time for me to take care of you.”
Her movements were slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving his as she stroked him. He could feel himself getting closer, his body tightening with the need for release. And when she finally allowed it, his orgasm was like nothing he’d ever felt before—intense and all-consuming, leaving him trembling and gasping for air.
As he came down from the high, she leaned in and kissed him, her tongue sliding into his mouth, sharing their combined tastes. “You’re mine,” she whispered, her voice a gentle promise. “Always and forever.”
Gary could only nod, his body still quivering from the aftershocks. He was hers, utterly and completely, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. She untied him, her touch gentle now, her eyes filled with love and lust.
They lay there, tangled in the velvet-covered handcuffs, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. The room was filled with the scent of their desire, a testament to the passion they’d just shared.
And as she curled into his arms, her body soft and warm against his, he knew that this was just the beginning. They had a lifetime of kinky adventures ahead of them, and he couldn’t wait to explore every inch of her, to give her everything she desired and more.
Their hearts raced together, their breaths mingling in the quiet aftermath of their play. They were one, bound by lust and love, forever entwined in their kinky games.
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