The doorbell rings. I take a long look into the mirror. The woman staring back at me smiles a black smile. I tuck my short black hair behind my ear and reposition my breasts in my black tank. Tattoos peek from under the plundering neckline on a canvas of pale skin in shades of potent blues, reds, greens, and purples and through my shirt you can slightly make out the shape of my nipples and their jewelry. I smooth my short plaid skirt over my bare rump and check the silver buckles on my boots. I'm ready for my visitor of the night.
I saunter over to the door and without a word, lead him inside, past the full length mirror and various doorways leading to the off-limits rooms of my home, to a door at the end of the corridor. I unlock the large door and swing it open. I point inside, and silently he walks and stops just inside. I lock up behind us. The room is dark, lit only by wall sconces of candles. My boudoir is in close resemblance of a dungeon if it wasn't for the black satin bed taking up space in the center.
I motion for him to undress and he obeys, still without one utterance. I snap a leather collar around his neck and pull him by a short chain to a nearby wall, where I hang the chain on a hook. I handcuff his hand in front of him, face him towards the wall and hang them from the same hook. I forcefully separate his legs and place a spreader bar between them.
"You dirty little whore, "I whisper in his ear. After retrieving and equipping myself with a flogger from a nearby armoire, I step behind him once more. With a quick and heavy hand, I flog his ass. It turns pink immediately. He screams out at once. I scold him firmly for his outburst, retrieve a ball gag and a strap-on from the drawer, and silence him.
"You scream like a bitch and I'll treat you like one." Bearing my own large black member, I press it firmly against his ass to tutor him in the way things work here. I flog him again, this time across his back harder than I did before, leaving a nice pink welt. I spit on my cock just enough to make it easier but not as easy as he would have hoped and ram it full force into his waiting sphincter. I feel his body tense. He is not enjoying this. I reach around and begin to jerk at his penis to give him something to miss, after all I do have a tender spot for him, however small. I pull out and ram it in once more to feel his ass squeeze it again. I fuck him hard, getting wet with my own evil desires, until my clitoris throbs so hard I cannot take it any more.
Releasing him from the wall and spreader bar, I walk him by his chain over to the bed. I remove the ball gag. "Be a good little slut, and I will leave this off... " I lay down and spread my legs so that he can see my bare moist lips under my skirt. "...Now eat my cunt." He does not fumble but eagerly kneels down at the foot of my bed and buries his face, hungrily laps at me with a thick, excited tongue and stares up at me past my enormous pole. I flog his back and pull him by the hair to smother his face further in my twat. "I said 'eat my cunt', not 'lick me softly, love'." He bares down against my clit, almost chewing on it. I shove his head back and off of me and flog him roughly.
I leave him there, kneeling, confused, and wanting, while I pick out a pretty lilac bra and skirt set and dress him in it. "If you cannot eat like a real man, then you shall not get to be a man." With that I saunter off once more.
I come back with another dildo, a pink one slightly smaller than the other, and a chair. I sit down, legs crossed, and tap the handle of the flog against my boot. "Now dance. Dance like the pretty little girl you are. Dance and make mama happy." He does his best to appease me by dancing as daintily as he can muster. I look at my metallic black fingernails in boredom.
"Stop. Bend over my bed, whore." Once again he obeys without so much as a whisper. I shove the pink dildo up his ass and fuck him hard with it. Having learned his lesson before, he stays quiet and endures my brutal rape on his ass until it starts to feel good to him. Right as he get comfortable and starts to enjoy himself, I lube up my strap-on and shove it in, leaving the pink one still thrusting in him. I imagine his eyes are quite open now. I alternate thrusts between the two massive cocks in rhythm, back and forth until I feel him loosen under my torture. "You like having two huge cocks in you at once, don't you, my little slut?" He's silent and I repeat myself. He mutters softly, "Yes Mistress."