Once I arrived at the luxurious location, I was led to a lavish Jacuzzi where Mistress Saida was already waiting for me. She greeted me with a warm smile, her body glistening in the dim lighting. I couldn't help but feel both excited and nervous about what was to come.
As I approached the Jacuzzi, Mistress Saida indicated for me to enter. The warm water enveloped my body as I sank down into the tub, my eyes locked onto her figure. She playfully swirled the water, creating gentle waves that caressed my skin.
Mistress Saida reached over and pulled my head towards her crotch, her large cock already hard and pulsing against my lips. With a forceful shove, she pushed it into my mouth, commanding me to deepthroat her. I tried to take as much of her cock as possible, moaning around it as she began to thrust harder and faster. The taste of her precum mixed with the salty sweat on her body, fueling my arousal.
After several minutes of intense cocksucking, Mistress Saida pulled out and hauled me up onto the side of the Jacuzzi. She toyed with my nipples and clit, alternating between pain and pleasure as she explored my body. Slowly, she lowered me onto the stool she'd positioned over the Jacuzzi's drain, spreading my legs wide open.
With a wicked grin, Mistress Saida pulled out a large buttplug. I watched in horror as she lubed it up and pushed it into my tight ass. The pain was intense, but I couldn't move as she secured it in place. She leaned close to my ear, her hot breath sending shivers down my spine.
"This is for when I decide to destroy your ass again," she whispered, her voice dangerously low. "You'll keep it in there until then. Understood?"
I nodded silently, tears welling up in my eyes as I felt completely helpless under her control.
As the day wore on, I sat there, the heavy buttplug filling me up, unable to move or even shift my position. Despite the discomfort, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of excitement knowing that Mistress Saida would be back to use me again.
The next day, there was a knock on the door. My heart raced as Mistress Saida's friend entered the room. I didn't recognize her, but her presence filled me with both fear and arousal. She spoke softly to Mistress Saida, gesturing towards me.
Without warning, Mistress Saida's friend grabbed my hips and pulled me off the stool. She positioned my body over the Jacuzzi's drain, her intentions clear. One by one, she emptied my asshole onto the ground below, her face contorted in disgust and excitement. Tears streaming down my face, I could do nothing but endure as she took control of my body and filled it with her filth.
As she finished emptying my bowels, she stood back, admiring her handiwork. Without a word, she nodded at Mistress Saida, who approached me. Hand in hand, they led me back to the stool, the buttplug still lodged firmly in my ass. They would wait for another day to use me again, their sick game continuing unabated.
