After Mistress Isabella had finished an orgy of sorts with her slave's filthy, shitty-smelling socks, she decided to give him a treat. She walked over to her vanity and retrieved a small black choker, adorned with a sparkling silver clasp in the shape of a coiled snake. She slipped it around her slave's neck, smirking as she reached down to snap the lock closed with a click. It was a symbol of her ownership and complete control over him.
Next, she picked up a pink feather tickler, perfect for those sensitive areas she was so fond of teasing. "Time for some dessert," she purred, running the soft feathers up and down his chest before circling around to tease the delicate folds of his groin. He groaned softly, his cock already beginning to harden again from anticipation alone.
Isabella chuckled, appreciating how easily she could reduce him to such a state of aroused submission. She pushed his legs apart, revealing his exposed ass and quivering hole. She took hold of an anal plug, carved from a thoroughly used and desiccated pumpkin seed, and slowly inserted it into his ass. The texture was rough, eliciting soft moans from him as it stretched him open. She took her time, savoring the power she felt as she pushed and pulled the plug deeper into his bowels.
When she was finally satisfied with his stretched-out hole, she picked up a small dildo, still warm from her pussy. It was smooth and shiny, the perfect size for her little toy. She teased him with it, running the tip over his sensitive flesh before pressing against his tight anus. It slipped inside easily, filling him up completely. She began to thrust slowly, her body grinding against him as she felt him slowly open up to her.
Isabella moved up to hover over his face, her perfect breasts swaying gently as she did so. She grasped one of her large, erect nipples between her fingers and rolled it over her clit, causing her to let out a moan of pleasure. Her eyes locked onto his, demanding that he look up at her as she rode him. He did as he was told, his eyes wide with a mix of lust and fear.
As she continued to ride him, the pace and intensity increasing, she reached down and began to rub his cock slowly, teasing him with her warm breath and soft touch. He groaned loudly, his hips bucking against her hand as he approached his climax. Isabella smiled wickedly, knowing she could make it last as long or as short as she wanted.
Finally, she increased the speed, riding him harder as her orgasm hit her. She cried out, her hips bucking wildly as she came, her hot juices coating the inside of his throat. She could feel him pulsing beneath her, his cum mixing with her own as she milked him dry. She collapsed on top of him, still inside him, their sweaty bodies stuck together.
After a few moments, she pulled out and stood up. She looked down at him, satisfied with the presentation of his ruined face and creampie-covered stomach. "Not bad for a dessert," she purred, walking away leaving him to clean up. She knew he would be eager to please her again soon.
