You were stretched out on the bed, naked and lost in your own pleasure, when I slipped into the room. Your voice low and commanding: “Shower and shave, then come back and I’ll tell you what to wear.” Breathless, I hovered in the doorway. I grinned, pushed off the doorframe—and despite your orders—made my way over to you. “Really? You’re going to boss me around?” I teased. A tremor of sensation rolled through you as you surrendered to your mounting orgasm. As you rode out the final shudders, my hand traced a path of heat across your skin.

In an instant, you snapped your fingers around my throbbing length and hissed, “Yes, baby. I’m in charge tonight. Now go. Do exactly as I said—right now.” You released me, and I inhaled, rose, and headed for the bathroom.

The hot water bit into my skin as I shaved every inch, lathered my body until it glowed, and let my mind spin with questions about your plan. Stepping out, freshly dried, I wrapped a towel around my hips and dashed back—heart pounding as I entered your lair.

You lounged in the dressing chair, draped in a black corset, crotchless stockings, and towering heels. In your lap rested the heavy flogger, its leather strands splayed like a fan of dark promises. I halted, trembling with anticipation. “How may I please you, Miss?” I whispered.

You rose, tall and fierce, unveiling the massive strap-on secured at your waist. “Take off that towel. Get on your knees.”

My legs trembled as I obeyed, kneeling before you, clutching the towel to my waist. When I dropped it, you aligned the gleaming dildo with my lips. “Open your mouth and suck.”

My throat opened, almost of its own accord. You seized my head and drove me down, the hard shaft sliding deep with brutal insistence. “You love it when I degrade you, don’t you, you filthy little slut?” Your voice was velvet and steel. I looked up, eyes wide, and nodded.

My own cock throbbed, straining. You pressed your heel—hard—flattening my erection. Pain laced with longing pulsed through me. You withdrew your cock from my mouth. “Now get up and put on everything on the bed—quickly.”

I scrambled upright, crossed to the dresser, and assembled the pieces you’d laid out: a snug cock-ring, a lacy garter belt, sheer stockings. You watched, ruthless, as I struggled into each item. When I reached for the nipple clamps, you snapped, “Under the bra, idiot! Nothing comes off unless I say so. Understood?”

Fumbling, I clamped them on, agony flaring as metal pinched my flesh. I pulled the bra over them, sending fresh sparks of sensation through my torso. You studied me, your gaze hungry. At last I slid on the scarlet mini-skirt—and felt the heat of embarrassment and arousal spill through me.

“Good,” you purred. “Mr. Wonderful arrives soon. You’re just our little toy tonight—got it?” I nodded, voice caught in my throat.

Moments later, I set three cocktails on the tray as deliberate as my trembling. A knock at the door. You ushered him in with a wicked smile. I stepped forward, offering the drinks. You claimed him first: straddling his lap, your strap-on pressing between your thighs. “This one’s for me,” he asked, hand brushing your corset.

You ground your hips, voice low: “No, that’s for this desperate little slut.” You gestured to me. “Drop those glasses and present yourself.”

I obeyed, dropping the tray. You tapped my swollen flesh three times with the back of your hand; electricity crackled along my spine and showed on my face. “You like that, don’t you?” You squeezed, nails digging in, and released.

“Mr. Wonderful, want this mouth first?” You let my hair loose and shoved my lips onto his growing cock. His length filled my throat as you guided my head with firm, gentle brutality. Then you slipped away, leaving me to his mercies.

He groaned, relishing the warmth of my mouth. Deep in the back of my mind I heard your steps returning, your breath against my ear: “Remember that big plug from the other night?” My pulse thundered. “Tonight you’ll take its big brother.”

You flicked open a bottle of lube. “Relax—no foreplay, no warm-up. Bite the bullet, darling.” You tapped my skull. “Open up for me.”

My fingers trembled as I spread my cheeks. The bulbous tip pressed at my entrance, every nerve screaming. You pushed, slow and unyielding. Pain bloomed, fierce and intoxicating, until the last inch slipped in. I gasped, entire being alight with agony and raw, thrilling need. Mr. Wonderful’s cock pulsed as he watched, then swelled to full hardness against my tongue.

He claimed my hair, pounding me with urgent thrusts; I gagged but kept going. You knelt beside me, whispering, “Good slut. Your sissy ass taking every inch for Miss.” Then your hand closed around my shaft, the ring biting into the flesh as you stroked me, knowing it stung but refusing to relent. I teetered on the edge, body trembling.

And then you halted, slid onto the bed next to Mr. Wonderful, and he pulled free of my mouth, his eyes blazing. You kissed him fiercely. “This cum is mine first,” you promised, and he smirked.

He yanked me back to the edge of the bed. “Now, get on top of me,” he growled.

You sank down onto his thick cock in one fluid motion, legs wrapping around him. Portals of pleasure and pain collided in my chest as I watched your breasts bounce and saw his face twist in delirium. On the third brutal thrust, he caved, every muscle seizing in a groan that rattled the room.

“Clean up, slut,” you commanded, shifting just enough to let his release spill out.

I leaned forward, tongue and lips sweeping every drop from your thighs, my heart pounding with fierce, aching devotion. In that moment, utterly yours, I was the perfect toy—helpless, hungry, and completely broken by your delicious cruelty.

Your hand found my hair, gripping tightly as you pulled my face away from your glistening skin. "Stand up," you ordered, your voice carrying that edge that made my knees weak. I rose unsteadily, the plug shifting inside me with each movement, sending fresh waves of sensation through my trembling body.

Mr. Wonderful watched with dark eyes as you positioned yourself behind me, your hands roaming over the lace and silk that adorned my flushed skin. "Look at you," you murmured against my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. "So pretty in your little outfit. Tell him what you are."

"I'm your toy," I whispered, the words barely audible.

Your palm cracked across my ass, the sound sharp in the heated air. "Louder."

"I'm your toy!" The confession tore from my throat, raw and desperate.

"That's right," you purred, your fingers sliding down to twist the plug inside me. "And what do toys do?"

"They get played with," I gasped, my voice breaking as you rotated the thick intrusion.

Mr. Wonderful sat up, his spent cock already showing signs of renewed interest. "I think our toy needs to earn his keep," he said, his voice thick with renewed desire.

You guided me to the edge of the bed, bending me over until my face pressed against the sheets. The skirt rode up, exposing everything to the cool air of the room. "Hold him open," you commanded.

Mr. Wonderful's strong hands gripped my cheeks, spreading them wide as you slowly, torturously withdrew the plug. The emptiness that followed was almost unbearable, my body clenching around nothing.

"Please," I whimpered, not even sure what I was begging for—only that I needed more, needed to be filled again. The vulnerability of being spread open before both of you made my cock strain painfully against the restricting ring.

"Listen to him beg," you laughed, running the tip of your strap-on along my exposed entrance. "So needy."

Mr. Wonderful's breath was hot against my ear. "You think he can take both of us?"

My pulse skyrocketed at his words, a mixture of terror and desperate arousal flooding my system.

"Oh, I know he can," you replied, confidence dripping from every syllable. "He's been training for this moment. Haven't you, slut?"

I nodded frantically, my face burning against the sheets. Your hand came down hard on my ass again, leaving a stinging handprint.

"Words. Use your words."

"Yes, Miss. I have been training for this moment. I can take anything you and Mr. Wonderful dish out." The words tumbled from my lips as I trembled with anticipation and fear. The thought of being stretched beyond my limits, filled by both of you, sent jolts of electricity straight to my aching cock.

You laughed, a low, throaty chuckle that set my skin on fire. "That's my good little slut," you purred, running your nails lightly down my spine. "But first, let's see if you can handle something else."

Without warning, your fist curled around my cock and balls, squeezing so hard I thought I might split in two. I gasped, my head flying back as a thousand white-hot needles pricked every nerve ending. "Fuck," Mr. Wonderful cursed

under his breath. "He's really at your mercy, isn't he?"

"Always," you replied, maintaining your grip as tears formed at the corners of my eyes. "He's beautiful when he's suffering."

You released me suddenly, and blood rushed back painfully. I collapsed forward, gasping for air as the room spun around me. The reprieve was short-lived as you roughly flipped me onto my back, the skirt bunching around my waist.

"I want to see his face when we break him," you told Mr. Wonderful, your eyes gleaming with predatory intent. "Get on the bed. I want him riding you first."

Mr. Wonderful positioned himself on the mattress, his revived cock standing tall. You grabbed the lube, slicking him generously before guiding me to straddle him. The head of his cock pressed insistently against my entrance, larger than any toy I'd ever taken before. Your hands gripped my hips, forcing me down in one brutal motion.

"Take it all," you commanded as I cried out, impaled on his massive length. "Every. Single. Inch."

My thighs quivered as I adjusted to the intrusion, the burning stretch making my vision blur. Mr. Wonderful groaned beneath me, his hands finding my nipple clamps through the thin fabric of the bra and giving them a sharp twist.

"Ride him," you ordered, climbing onto the bed behind me. I could feel the silicone tip of your strap-on pressing against my lower back as you leaned in to whisper, "And when you're nice and open, I'm going to slide in right alongside him."

The promise—or threat—sent shivers cascading down my spine. I began to move, lifting myself up before sinking back down onto his rigid length, each movement sending lightning through my core. My breath came in ragged gasps as I found a rhythm, the pain slowly transforming into something darker, more desperate.

"That's it," you breathed against my neck, your hands roaming over the lace that clung to my sweat-dampened skin. "Look how well you take him. Such a good little whore."

Mr. Wonderful's fingers dug into my thighs, guiding my movements as his hips thrust upward to meet me. The combination of his cock filling me completely and your hands exploring my trembling body had me teetering on the edge of madness.

"Please," I gasped, though I wasn't sure what I was begging for anymore—release, mercy, or perhaps even more torment.

You chuckled darkly, your lips brushing my ear. "Not yet," you purred, your voice dripping with satisfaction. "You're doing so well, my slutty little whore. Now it's time to share the fun."

With that, you pressed the tip of your strap-on against my raised and throbbing cock, trapped still within its cock ring. I gasped, my hips stuttering as you slowly began to slide the silicone shaft down my length. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever felt before—agonizing and erotic in equal measure as your tip reached the tight opening of my ass and stopped.

"Ready for more?" you asked, your voice a sultry whisper in my ear.

I could only nod, too overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through my body to form words. You took that as permission, and with a single firm push, you pressed forward, the head of your strap-on breaching the already-stretched ring of muscle alongside Mr. Wonderful's throbbing cock. The world went white, my vision swimming as impossible pressure built inside me. A guttural, animal sound tore from my throat—not quite a scream, not quite a moan.

"Breathe," you commanded, your free hand gripping my throat just tight enough to make me focus. "Relax and take it."

Mr. Wonderful remained perfectly still beneath me, his eyes dark with lust as he watched my face contort with the exquisite agony of being stretched beyond what I thought possible. Inch by excruciating inch, you pushed deeper, the double penetration sending waves of fire through every nerve ending.

"Look at you," you murmured, your voice thick with pride. "Taking both of us like you were made for it."

When you finally bottomed out, our thrusting hips met with a wet, satisfying slap. I groaned, my sanity hanging by a tattered thread. The fullness, the relentless pressure, was too much yet not enough. My cock throbbed between us, trapped and aching for release.

"Now, ride him," you purred in my ear. "Show us how much you can take."

With your hands on my hips, guiding me, I began to move—up, and then down in a slow, torturous rhythm. Mr. Wonderful's cock stretched my passage to its limit as your strap-on massaged my prostate with each heavenly downward thrust. Pain and pleasure melded into one mind-bending symphony of sensation that threatened to overwhelm me.

"Faster," you growled, nails digging crescents into my hips. I whimpered, trying to comply, my thighs burning with effort as I quickened the pace. The dual invasion left me breathless, speared between you both like a sacrifice to some ancient god of lust.

Mr. Wonderful's hands roamed up to my chest, pinching my nipples through the delicate fabric, sending sharp jolts of pain that somehow intensified the pleasure radiating from my core. "Such a good little whore," he grunted, his hips snapping upward to meet my downward thrusts.

"Look at me," you commanded, yanking my head back by my hair. I met your gaze, drowning in the fierce possession I found there. "Who owns you?" The question hung in the air between us, though we both knew the answer.

"You do," I gasped, my voice breaking as the dual rhythm threatened to shatter what remained of my composure. "You own me completely."

Your smile was predatory, triumphant. "That's right. And what does that make you?"

"Your... your property," I managed between ragged breaths, each word punctuated by the relentless motion of our joined bodies. "Your toy to use however you want."

"Exactly." Your grip on my hair tightened as you began to thrust harder, matching Mr. Wonderful's increasingly urgent pace. The sensation of being filled so completely, so thoroughly claimed by both of you, sent my mind spiraling into a haze of pure sensation.

Mr. Wonderful's breathing grew ragged beneath me. "He's getting tighter," he groaned, his hands moving to grip my waist with bruising force. "So fucking tight around both of us."

Your nails dug deeper into my flesh as you leaned forward, teeth grazing my shoulder. "That's because he's close," you whispered, your voice low and dangerous. "Aren't you, pet? Desperate to come but can't without permission."

I nodded frantically, beyond words as the dual invasion of your strap-on and Mr. Wonderful's cock pushed me toward an edge I'd never known existed. Every nerve ending in my body screamed for release, my cock purple and straining against the unforgiving ring.

"Not yet," you hissed, reaching around to squeeze the base of my shaft. "You come when I say you can, not a moment before."

Mr. Wonderful's thrusts became erratic, his fingers digging into my thighs. "Fuck, I'm close," he groaned, his head thrown back against the pillows.

"Fill him," you commanded, never breaking your rhythm as you continued to fuck me alongside him. "I want to feel you pulse inside him."

Mr. Wonderful's entire body tensed beneath me, his fingers digging bruises into my flesh as he erupted with a guttural roar. The hot pulse of his release flooded me, adding another layer to the overwhelming sensation of fullness. You laughed darkly, grinding your hips against me as he twitched and shuddered.

"Good boy," you purred, though I wasn't sure if you were speaking to me or him. "Now it's just you and me."

Mr. Wonderful slipped out with a wet sound that made me whimper, leaving me stretched and dripping. The sudden emptiness was jarring, but you wasted no time flipping me onto my back, my legs spread wide as you positioned your strap-on at my entrance again.

"Begging time," you snarled, hovering just at the edge of penetration. "Tell me exactly what you want."

"Please fuck me," I gasped, trembling with need, my hole gaping and slick with lube and Mr. Wonderful's release. "Please, Miss, I need your cock inside me."

You slammed forward without warning, burying the entire length in one brutal thrust. My back arched off the bed, a strangled cry tearing from my throat as you established a punishing rhythm. Mr. Wonderful watched from beside us, his eyes dark with satisfaction as you used me mercilessly.

"Look at you," you hissed, grabbing my ankles and pushing them back toward my shoulders, opening me completely to your assault. "Dressed like a little whore, taking cock like you were born for it. Is this what you need? To be used and degraded?"

"Yes," I gasped, my voice breaking as you hit that perfect spot inside me with each brutal thrust. "God, yes."

Your hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my vision blur at the edges. "Then beg me to let you come," you demanded, hips never slowing their relentless pace.

"Please," I whimpered, teetering on the precipice of oblivion. "Please let me come, Miss. I need it so badly. I'll do anything."

You reached down and snapped open the cock ring with practiced fingers. The sudden release of pressure was almost as overwhelming as the fullness of your strap-on stretching me open. "Come for me," you commanded, your voice thick with dominance. "Now."

The orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave, white-hot pleasure tearing through every nerve as my body convulsed beneath you. Thick ropes of release painted my chest and stomach, coating the delicate lace as I cried out your name like a prayer. My muscles clamped down around your strap-on, wave after wave of sensation rolling through me as you continued your relentless thrusts.

"That's it," you growled, your grip on my throat tightening as you watched me fall apart. "Such a beautiful sight when you break for me."

Mr. Wonderful's hand found his hardening cock again, stroking slowly as he watched my body shake with aftershocks. "Look how he trembles for you," he murmured, voice thick with renewed arousal.

You finally stilled inside me, leaning down to capture my lips in a bruising kiss that tasted of dominance and possession. When you pulled back, your eyes gleamed.

"Delicious," you purred, your eyes glittering with dark satisfaction. "You've done well tonight, pet." You flicked your wrist and the cock-ring snapped back into place, trapping my spent cock in a cage of aching need.

I gasped, my entire body still trembling from the intensity of the experience. Mr. Wonderful had pulled his pants up, now watching us with a smirk on his face. He reached for his jacket, pausing at the doorway to leer at me helplessly tangled in our debauchery. "A treat as always," he drawled, nodding at you before disappearing into the night.

The door clicked shut behind him, and it was just us again in the dimly lit room. You collapsed onto the bed, yanking the strap-on off and tossing it aside with a satisfied sigh. Your corset was damp with sweat, your hair tousled from exertion. Despite the exhaustion evident in your posture, your eyes still held that predatory gleam as they roamed over my prone form.

"Clean me," you commanded, spreading your legs wide. The scent of your arousal filled the air between us, intoxicating and demanding.

I crawled between your thighs on shaking limbs, the lace stockings torn at the knees from our activities. My tongue found your swollen flesh, still slick with your own desire that had built throughout the evening. You moaned softly, fingers tangling in my disheveled hair as I worshipped you with desperate reverence.

"That's my good little slut," you breathed, hips rolling against my eager mouth. "You've earned this privilege tonight."