After her second cup of coffee and a satisfying cigarette, Mistress Marlena found herself in need of another shit. She couldn't resist the urge to use her "pretty boy" for such intimate purposes. She called him down to her basement, where she kept the equipment for her more...extreme activities.
Once he arrived, Mistress Marlena ordered him onto his knees in front of her. She was wearing a black lace bodysuit that accentuated her curves, and her high heels made a click-clack sound on the concrete floor. In her hand was a metal speculum, gleaming in the dim light of the basement.
"Open wide, pretty boy," she commanded. He hesitated for a moment before doing as he was told, revealing his gaping mouth. She fed him a large dose of a powerful laxative, watching as he gagged on the foul-tasting liquid. "That's right, swallow every drop. It's going to make you even more eager to please me."
She smiled cruelly as she saw the terror in his eyes. She knew how much he loved her, and how much he hated what he was about to do. It only made her stroking his hair and whispering sweet nothings to him all the more cruel.
Then, she moved behind him and unzipped his pants, revealing his clothed ass. She sighed contentedly at the sight of it, knowing that soon enough, it would be bare and wet. She smeared a thick, gooey substance over his balls and up his ass crack, smiling when he let out a little whimper.
"Now let's see if you can take it like a man," she purred, slapping his ass hard before pushing him forward onto his hands and knees. She could feel him trembling beneath her as she positioned herself behind him, her strap-on cock pressing against his asshole.
With one swift push, she was inside him, filling him up completely. He moaned and cried out in pain as his tight ass was pounded by the massive cock. Mistress Marlena leaned forward, her breasts pressed against his back, and began to fuck him rhythmically.
"Yes, pretty boy," she whispered in his ear. "That's what you're here for, isn't it? To be used and abused by your mistress. To take her huge cock, over and over again."
His pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as she continued to pound him, her thrusts growing more fierce with each passing moment. Finally, after what felt like hours to him but only minutes to her, she pulled out of him with a loud pop and pressed his face into the wet spot on the floor.
"Drink it all up, pretty boy," she commanded. He hesitated for only a moment before opening his mouth and lapping up the mixture of his cum, her piss, and her sweat.
And so it went, round after round of degradation and humiliation, all for the pleasure of his mistress. It was a life that he feared but loved, existing only to please the one person who held all the power in the world.
