As I pulled my ass away from his face, I couldn't help but feel a twisted satisfaction from his submission. He obediently stuck out his tongue and began to lick my swollen and sore asshole, trying to cleanse it of the mixture of ass sweat, fart juice, and pussy juice coating it. His tongue darted out hesitantly at first, but with each passing lick, he grew more desperate, lapping up every last drop of my essence. It was disgusting, really. But also...exciting.
I watched him for a few more minutes, enjoying the sight of his pathetic existence. He looked like a broken puppy begging for mercy, yet he continued to please me without hesitation. His tongue traced every crack and crevice in my ass, cleaning me thoroughly. Finally, satisfied with his work, I gave him a small reward.
"Good boy," I whispered, leaning down to brush my lips against his cheek. "You can breathe again."
With that, I removed the leather straps that held him in place and unraveled the Saran Wrap, revealing his plump, red tongue still protruding from his mouth. He gasped for air, trying to catch his breath as I stood over him, admiring my handiwork.
"Remember, this is what happens when you cross me," I warned, my voice dripping with venom. "But if you ever need another reminder...well, I'm sure I can come up with something."
I turned and walked away, leaving him there in a puddle of sweat, tears, and self-loathing. The sound of his retching echoed behind me as I closed the door, still chuckling to myself. I couldn't believe how much power I felt from keeping him under my thumb like this. But then again, it was all too easy with someone like him. A pathetic pervert who couldn't control his urges. A bitch like me could easily manipulate him into doing anything she wanted.
As I settled onto my couch to watch some TV, I couldn't shake the thought of what else I could make him do. The possibilities were endless, really. And that thought alone turned me on more than anything else ever could.
