This is my first story and English is not my mother tongue. Please be gentle. Have fun.
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Marc's whole body was aching. Unbelievable, a few minutes of being on his knees, bent over with his ass up in the air and his thighs were in pain, so was his lower back. Now he was lying on his stomach, his legs stretched, still in those transparent high heels. He managed to kick them off, got back on his knees and stood up. A drop of cum stretched from his limp dick to the silken stocking of his left leg, but Marc couldn't do anything about it as his arms were still tied behind his back. Exhausted, he fell onto the bed, which didn't have normal bedding but a cover made of latex. He managed to lie comfortably on his back, with his hands between the bed and his back. Marc could see himself in a mirror above the bed, wearing that cheap stripper outfit: stockings and a fishnet top with a garter belt. His body was sweaty and his head blood-red. Was it because he just came the second time today in a brutally-intense orgasm? Or because he had been bending over and all the blood had rushed to his head? Or maybe because Lady Stella forced him to do all those embarrassing things...
Did she really force him? She gave some orders, yes. But as Marc complied, he willingly got carried away and did way more than she had told him to. He was so horny before, and Lady Stella's eyes and smile were so encouraging. So was the whole situation. The slutty lingerie he was wearing felt so good and naughty on his skin. Now he was lying on that latex bed, which had felt cold and strange at the beginning, but was very pleasant now. The whole room was stuffed with Lady Stella's bdsm items on the wall: whips, masks, chains, cuffs, dildos, ropes... There was this huge mirror on the door, and the one above the bed in which Marc could see himself right now, lying on the bed. What will Lady Stella think of him lying here?
Marc couldn't think about it for long, as the door opened and his mistress entered the room again. "Well what do we have here, my pet chilling on the bed. Did you need a nice place to rest Marc, while I was preparing for the big finale?"
"Y-y-es mistress, I really needed a quick break to relax after bending over like bef...". Marc couldn't finish his sentence. Lady Stella climbed onto the bed and stood on the mattress, with her feet left and right of Marc's ankles. She had taken off her overknee leather boots from before, now Marc could see her feet, covered in silky nylons. Through the fabric, Marc could see toenails, painted in an intense orange, looking rather girly and playful. So hot. And Marc could see how she had prepared herself: Lady Stella must have taken the fleshy 10" dildo with her when she left, now it was attached to her hip with some kind of harness. It was there, between her thighs, just like a real cock. She was standing above Marc, holding the base of the cock with her right hand, waggling the dildo up and down, smiling at her pet. "Look what I have for you my little slut. Do you like the view? That drooling and growing cock of yours tells me you do", she laughed.
Marc took his eyes of the artificial cock and looked at his own. Indeed, he had a hard-on. The tip of his penis was wet and a little dollop of cum was already on his way down the shaft. Marc shivered with excitement. He loved that this beautiful domme could see how aroused he was, and especially that it was obvious what got him into that mood: wearing lingerie and looking at a 10" dildo bouncing up and down between a woman's legs ready to be served. Humiliating himself by acting like a needy slut.
Then, Lady Stella showed Marc the second glas of cum, which she was holding in her left hand. She smiled. "Well Marc, you already look like quite the slut, but there is room for improvement. What do you think where that cum belongs?"
Marc trembled with his eyes wide open. He felt so thrilled, and that made him keen and willing for more. "It belongs...on my face and into my mouth, mistress!"
