Today, my slave was eagerly anticipating his session with me. He had spent hours preparing himself, ensuring that every inch of his body was clean and ready for my command. As I entered the room, he immediately began to tremble under my gaze. I could see the anticipation in his eyes, the eagerness to please. It filled me with power and excitement.
"Kneel before me, slave," I demanded. My voice echoed through the room, loud and commanding. He hesitated for a moment before obeying, kneeling at my feet. His eyes never left mine as I slowly reached down to unfasten his collar. The moment it was off, he gasped for air, his chest heaving with its sudden release.
"Good boy," I purred, running my fingers through his hair. "Now, onto the main event."
The first order of business was a thorough fisting, both for my pleasure and his training. I couldn't help but admire his obedience as he spread his legs wide open for me, offering up his tight, virgin ass. Slowly, I inserted one finger, then another, stretching him until they felt like they were about to give. But he never once flinched or showed any sign of pain. Instead, he arched his back, begging for more.
"That's it," I encouraged him. "Take every inch of me."
With one final, steady push, I was fully inside him. His walls clamped tight around my fist, squeezing it like a vice. His moans filled the room, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of satisfaction. This was why I loved having him here with me; he was all mine to do with as I pleased.
Next, it was time for the strapon fucking. I handed him the toy, watching as his hands trembled around the cool, latex surface. "Remember," I told him, "this is for my pleasure too."
He nodded his head hastily before positioning it at my entrance. The feeling of the thick dildo pressing against me was intense, but exhilarating. As he slowly pushed inside, I let out a deep moan, my legs shaking underneath me. He was so tight around it, so perfect. I could feel his piercing glance on me, filled with admiration and lust.
"That's it," I gasped. "Fuck me hard."
And he did. He pounded into me with every ounce of strength he had, his eyes never leaving mine. It felt incredible, like nothing else I had ever experienced before. Our flesh slapped together in perfect rhythm, creating a symphony of pleasure.
When we finally climaxed together, it was intense. My whole body shuddered with release, and he moaned loudly as he emptied himself into the toy and into me.
"Very well done, slave," I whispered softly, patting him on the head. I could see the pride in his eyes, and it filled my heart with joy.
Afterwards, I sat him down in the bath tub, filling it with warm water. He looked up at me with curiosity while I retrieved a small jug of my freshly-pissed urine. I handed it to him, ordering him to drink. He hesitated for a moment before taking a small sip, wincing at the taste. But he drank it all down, never once losing eye contact with me. There was no shame or disgust on his face, only obedience and devotion.
Finally, I instructed him to use the toy to pleasure me one last time, burying it deep inside my well-fucked pussy as I leaned back against the tub. His movements were gentle yet firm, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. As he brought me to a second orgasm, my legs wrapped around his neck, and I felt the warm rush of cum on my chin.
"That's my good boy," I whispered, running my fingers through his hair. "Always taking care of your mistress."
We sat there together for a while, basking in the afterglow of our shared experience. The bond between us had only grown stronger, deeper. And as I watched him, pondering our next encounter, I couldn't help but feel grateful for having found him—my perfect, obedient slave.
