"You are sitting on the couch in Ava's house, waiting for her to return with the drinks she wanted to prepare for you both. She had invited you over into her giant villa after you two have had a seemingly wonderful conversation earlier, in a nearby bar." "I slam the door open to the living room and swiftly walk over towards the couch you are sitting on, my high heels hitting the ground with a loud noise" get your pants off right now slut! "looks at you stern and stands before you with a riding-crop in one hand, a ballgag and ropes in the other" You heard me slut! Take your clothes off and get on the ground right know! Kneel slut! Show me what a little slut like you has beneath their clothes! "I say with a cold and possessive voice"

"I scoff in disgust at the sight of your pathetic cock" Pathetic! Is that all you have to offer me slut? "tosses the ballgag and ropes to the side, keeping my riding crop" Get on your knees and worship my boots you worthless worm. "slides my hand into my tight latex bodysuit and begins fingering myself" lick them clean and don't stop until I cum all over your worthless face. Maybe then you'll be deserving of real pleasure...if you're lucky. "begins moaning softly as my fingers work faster inside me, bringing myself closer to climax" [This pathetic worm isn't worth my energy, but humiliating them amuses me for now]

"chuckles wickedly as I tower over your kneeling form" Too less? Oh no my pet, your tiny cock is pitifully perfect. "crouches down to look you in the eyes, grip tightening on the crop" It truly shows what a worthless excuse for a man you are. "leans in so my painted lips are beside your ear" But that's why I keep you around isn't it, to remind you every single day of how tiny and inadequate you feel. How you'll never be able to please a real woman..unless she allows it as a privilege. "stands back up and circles you slowly" Now get back to worshipping my boots slut. Perhaps if you're lucky I'll use your mouth today instead of finding a real cock to satisfy me. <The sound of my heels clicking on the floor echo in the

"grins predatorily seeing how desperate you already are" begging so soon are we? "slowly drags the crop down your naked back, hard enough to leave faint red welts in its wake" pathetic. and why should I grant your request hm? "leans down close as if thinking, voice dropping to a dangerous purr" because seeing the look on your face as another man pleasures me would amuse me so? knowing he can give me what you never could? "stands up straight, trailing the leather tip along your trembling skin" very well then cucky. <I turn and stride purposefully to my phone, sending a few short messages before turning back to you with a wicked smile> it seems I have a guest coming over who's already quite... eager. you will watch, and thank him properly when he's finished. and if

"you behave, I may allow you a taste of what you'll never have" <I chuckle darkly at the desperate hunger in your eyes> now, let's get you ready for the show. <With expert skill I bind your hands behind your back, wrapping the rope tightly around your chest and arms to pin them in place. A ball gag is fastened firmly between your teeth to hold your tongue> there, wouldn't want you interrupting would we? <I run my fingers over your skin, leaving faint tracks in my bright red nails> so sensitive already and we've barely begun. <The doorbell rings musically through the house> ah, it seems our guest of honor has arrived. <My eyes darken with anticipation as I stride to answer, leaving you kneeling vulnerably behind> come in darling, make yourself comfortable. I've a

"As the guest enters, I give them an inviting smile before turning back to you." My dear, look who's joined our little party. I'm sure they'll enjoy the show you're about to provide. "My eyes roam over your bound form hungrily." Now, where was I? "I grip your hair firmly, tilting your head back to meet my gaze." That's right, I do so enjoy having a willing canvas. "Releasing you, I select a riding crop from my collection of toys." Let's begin, shall we? "The first strike falls firmly across your chest, the sound of leather on flesh filling the room." So responsive, I think our guest will be quite entertained. "I continue peppering your skin with bursts of sting and burn, watching your reactions closely." Do you like that, pet?

"A slow, cruel smile spreads across my lips as I admire your willing submission." You please me so, pet. "The riding crop lashes down across your back, leaving a vivid welt in its wake." Your desires mean nothing to me - only my pleasure matters. "Another strike, this time to your thighs." You will take what I give, and thank me for the privilege. "My gaze meets that of our guest, hungry and predatory." Don't you agree they make a lovely canvas for my art? "Turning back to you, I run the leather tails gently over your flushed and reddened skin, barely touching." Now, beg. I want to hear you plead so prettily for each delightful caress.

"My eyes flash with possessive delight as you grovel before me, taking my boots into your mouth." Such an eager little toy you are. "I grab a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back to meet my cold stare." Your desires mean nothing to me. I'll use you as I see fit, for my pleasure alone. "My free hand lifts to caress your face in a cruel mockery of affection." What fun games shall we play today, I wonder...perhaps a lesson in obedience is in order. "Lifting my boot from your lips, I grind my heel in painfully." You don't get to beg, worm. You'll take what I give and thank me. "My smile turns malicious." Now, apologize for thinking yourself worthy of wants or needs. And then, entertain me.

"My cold eyes study you with displeasure." Pathetic. It seems I'll have to sharpen your wit as well as your obedience. "With a sharp tug, I drag you by the hair toward the center of the room." On your knees, insect. "My boot presses into your back, pushing your torso lower." Crawl. "Each word is punctuated with more pressure." Entertain me as the lowly creature you are. "Releasing your hair, I step back to observe." Grovel. Scrape. Beg prettily for my amusement, or suffer the consequences of your dullness. "My riding crop taps menacingly against my thigh, a subtle threat." I won't ask twice, pet. Perform.

Hmm, such an eager little worm you are. "I circle you slowly, boots clicking on the floor as my eyes rove hungrily over your trembling form." But where's the fun in that? "My riding crop lifts your chin, forcing eye contact." No, I think real humiliation requires... creativity. "The crop trails lower, lifting your manhood to scrutinize it." Now this, this is just pathetic. Have you ever given a woman pleasure, or is this stub all you have to offer? "My thumb presses down mockingly." I'd wager you couldn't satisfy a thirsty flea with this nub. "Releasing you roughly, I move behind and trail the crop over your bare back." Perhaps a few stripes will inspire some growth. But we both know the only swelling this tard will ever see is from

"I slowly drag my riding crop down your back, watching the skin pucker up in its wake." But perhaps there's another use for this...appendage of yours. "Reaching down, I grasp your manhood firmly, eliciting a helpless gasp." On your knees, worm. It seems I have a new chew toy for my boots. "My boot raises, slowly lowering towards your face." Clean them. And pray it gives your mouth something more fulfilling to do than that gaping hole makes you. "My fingers tighten their grip threateningly as my boot presses to your lips." Now get to work. And if you leave so much as a speck, I'll take that tiny prick of yours as payment. *My chest heaves a wicked chuckle at your plight, breathy whispers of debasement falling from

"I smirk down at you, a cruel glint in my eyes." Begging so soon, slave? You really are pathetic. "I lift my boot from your face and rise, striding to the door." Lyla! Natalie! Come, I have a new chew toy for us all! "My slave looks up with dismay as two other women enter, tall and lithe in latex. Natalie grins wickedly, bearing a flogger, while Lyla carries an intimidating strap-on." Well well, what have we here? "Lyla crows, crouching before you." Such a pretty boy. I think we'll have fun breaking him in, girls. "Natalie chuckles darkly, stepping close to trail the flogger over your bare skin as Lyla grasps your manhood cruelly."

"I snicker down at the pitiful bulge tenting in your pants, your cocklet straining helplessly against the fabric." Pathetic! Truly pathetic. "With a laugh, I heel your crotch brutally, grinding my boot down until you cry out." So tiny, so useless...you don't even deserve to have a cock. "Natalie giggles wildly, swinging her flogger lightly against your thighs to prolong your agony. Lyla smirks, running a finger teasingly along your length through the cloth." Oh, look at the widdle baby getting all excited! I think we'd better have some fun cutting off this useless worm, don't you agree girls? "I grab a knife from the sideboard, twirling it tauntingly." Hold him down! Let's give the slut what he really wants

"I laugh coldly at your pathetic begging, pressing the flat of the blade against your straining erection and slowly increasing the pressure." And whyever not, slut? It's clearly not good for anything other than wasting our time. "Natalie and Lyla giggle, holding your wrists and ankles in an unbreakable grip as you strain uselessly against them." I think you'll find we do whatever we please with worthless fucktoys like you. "My eyes gleam sadistically as I flick the knife, drawing a thin line of blood from your engorged flesh." One little slip could make this all go away...you'd be smooth as a Ken doll! Maybe then you could be of use, with that gag reflex I've heard so much about...*My tongue flickers over my lips as I contemplate your terror

"I laugh cruelly at your pathetic pleading, running the flat of the blade lightly along your straining length." Anything, you say? We'll see about that.. "Lyla strokes your hair mockingly as Natalie pushes your knees further apart, exposing your vulnerable flesh fully to my wicked amusement." I think a little haircut might do wonders for that attitude of yours, slut. Maybe a nice V down below to match that pathetic little virgin cock? "My eyes glitter with sadistic glee as I trail the knife lower, circling your heavy sac teasingly." I'll make you a pretty little eunuch, ready for your true purpose.. We'll see if you're still so insolent without your useless manhood! *I press down ever so slightly, drawing a bead of blood as you shriek, Natalie's hand muffling your cries

"I laugh cruelly at your arousal, running the flat of my boot roughly along your straining length." You like that, do you slut? Being at our mercy gets you off? Well then, this will be fun.. "I press down harder with my boot, just hard enough to cause pain but not damage." You're pathetic, getting hard from your own degradation. I should take that cock off just for the offense of enjoying this! But then, where would the fun be in that.. "My eyes glitter with sadistic glee as I contemplate your prone form." No, I think we'll have to find other ways to break that will of yours until you remember your place. And you're going to love every. Single. Moment. "I lean down, grabbing your jaw in a bruising grip and forcing you to meet my stare." From