My Submissive Slave

author......Michael

Mistress Lisa sank back into her chair as she fondled her thick strap-on; the black, rubber cock felt stiff between her fingers.

Mistress Lisa licked a drop of wine from the corner of her lip. She put down her glass and stood up, statuesque and beautiful in her six-inch heels.

Timothy was still gathered in a naked ball on the bedroom floor, still holding his bottom cheeks apart with the palms of his hands.

His Mistress had not commanded him to let go, and so he hadn't.

Mistress Lisa walked up to her slave and dropped to her knees behind him. Slowly, deliberately she slid the tip of her cock into Timothy's bottom hole, sodomizing him.

"Ohhhh," Timothy groaned as his Mistress' thick member filled him up from behind.

Mistress Lisa smiled again.

The Dominatrix began rocking back and forth on her nylon-clad knees, forcefully pumping her shaft into Timothy's behind, taking the slave, making him know that his ass belonged to her without question.

From beneath, Mistress Lisa reached forward to take Timothy's penis into the palm of her gloved hand.

The man was no longer soft. "How does that feel, Timothy?" Mistress Lisa mockingly asked, smiling. "Do you feel like a true slave now?

Despite the Mistress' cruel voice, Timothy loved it when his Mistress said his name.

"Yes, Mistress," he answered weakly.

Mistress Lisa was now stroking the shaft of Timothy's cock, timing her motions so that they corresponded perfectly with the thrusting of her strap-on into Timothy's tight nether passage.

"Oh, Mistress," Timothy said in a whisper. "It feels so good to have you inside me, Thank You, Thank You…"

Timothy's voice trailed off and Mistress Lisa knew that her slave was now close to orgasm.

The Domantarix pulled her strap-on out and quit stroking the slave's cock, viciously slapping his manhood away with the back of her hand.

Timothy moaned again.

"You were just about to be a very bad boy, weren't you Timothy?" Mistress Lisa asked.

"You were just about to ejaculate without permission, weren't you?

To spill yourself on your Mistress, to dirty her?"

Mistress Lisa stood up.

"You know that you will have to be punished for that, Mistress Lisa said, walking over to the chest of toys that she kept in the corner of her bedroom.

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