Holiday Fisting & Pegging Discipline
The dimly lit bedroom was transformed with a festive touch, the heavy red curtains pulled shut to block out the winter chill and emphasize the intimate atmosphere. Mistress Sassy entered, her presence commanding, holding a Christmas sock in her hand. It swung lightly with each step, hinting at the dark intentions hidden within. Her slave, caged and masked, knelt at the foot of the bed, the cool black of his chastity cage gleaming under the dim light.
Sassy's high-heeled Adore boots clicked against the polished floor, her every step echoing in the silent room. She approached her slave, her lips curving into a cruel smile. "Get up," she commanded, her voice low and authoritative. The slave obeyed, rising to his knees, his eyes averted, the mask covering his face concealing the mixture of fear and desire that lay within.
Without a word, Sassy reached into the Christmas sock, pulling out a massive black dildo. She let it dangle from her fingers, her gaze meeting his through the holes in the mask. "This," she said, her voice a low purr, "is what you get for being so naughty." She tossed the dildo onto the red, shiny vinyl bed cover, the heavy toy bouncing once before coming to rest. The slave’s hands trembled as he picked it up, offering it to her like an offering.
"Good boy," she purred, taking the dildo from his trembling hands. "Now, hold this while I get ready." She turned away, pulling the strap-on harness from her bag with deliberate slowness, her movements a perfect blend of cruel efficiency and tantalizing anticipation. The slave watched, the dildo still clutched in his hands, his breathing growing ragged.
When she turned back, she was wearing the harness, the black dildo now mounted securely. "On your knees," she ordered, pointing to the bed. "I want you in the doggy position, ready to take what I have for you."
The slave moved, his limbs trembling, his body still locked in the chastity device. He bent over the bed, his hands on the shiny cover, his back arched submissively. Sassy’s fingers moved quickly, tearing open a bottle of lubricant and slicking up her gloved hands. "You need to be well-prepped," she said, her voice low and teasing, her hand sliding over his tight, trembling hole. "I want to stretch you out properly, make sure you can take all of me."
With one swift movement, Sassy’s gloved hand plunged into his ass, fingers fisting him mercilessly. The slave gasped, his body jolting with the intensity of her penetration. Sassy worked him over, her fingers relentless, stretching him open, preparing him for the pegging to come. The bed cover beneath them was slick with lubricant, his gasps echoing off the walls, each thrust bringing him closer to the edge of sanity.
When she finally withdrew her hand, he was gasping, his hole red and swollen, his body trembling. "Ready for more?" she purred, her voice dripping with dark promise. Without waiting for his response, she grabbed the dildo and mounted it, her hips snapping forward, burying it deep inside him in one swift motion.
The slave’s cry was choked, his body shuddering under the intense invasion. Sassy’s hand wrapped around his hips, holding him still, her grip bruising. "You take it all," she ordered, her voice a low growl. "Every inch."
The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the wet squelch of her strap-on sliding in and out of him. Sassy’s movements were merciless, punishing, the dildo driving deep with each thrust, milking him with relentless determination. The slave was lost, his body consumed by the dual sensations of pain and pleasure, the boundaries between them blurring with every thrust.
Sassy continued her assault, her body taut with controlled power, her eyes locked on his face. "Look at me," she commanded, her voice a whip. "I want to see your pain, your surrender."
The slave’s eyes met hers, his face a mask of desperation. "Yes, Mistress," he choked out, his voice a ragged whisper. "I belong to you."
With one final, brutal thrust, Sassy reached her own climax, the intense pleasure of her rippling through her as she milked him dry. The bed cover was a mess of lubricant and sweat, the slave’s body limp beneath her, his face still hidden by the mask, his chest heaving with exhausted gasps.
Sassy climbed off him, her movements graceful, her control complete. "Stay there," she ordered, her voice a cool command. "I’ll deal with you later." She turned and left the room, the door closing behind her with a soft click. The slave remained, caged and helpless, the chastity device a constant reminder of her control. The scene was over, but the marks of his submission would last long after she was gone.
The balance of power had been reaffirmed, and the slave was left humbled, a willing prisoner to her dark desires.
Sassy's high-heeled Adore boots clicked against the polished floor, her every step echoing in the silent room. She approached her slave, her lips curving into a cruel smile. "Get up," she commanded, her voice low and authoritative. The slave obeyed, rising to his knees, his eyes averted, the mask covering his face concealing the mixture of fear and desire that lay within.
Without a word, Sassy reached into the Christmas sock, pulling out a massive black dildo. She let it dangle from her fingers, her gaze meeting his through the holes in the mask. "This," she said, her voice a low purr, "is what you get for being so naughty." She tossed the dildo onto the red, shiny vinyl bed cover, the heavy toy bouncing once before coming to rest. The slave’s hands trembled as he picked it up, offering it to her like an offering.
"Good boy," she purred, taking the dildo from his trembling hands. "Now, hold this while I get ready." She turned away, pulling the strap-on harness from her bag with deliberate slowness, her movements a perfect blend of cruel efficiency and tantalizing anticipation. The slave watched, the dildo still clutched in his hands, his breathing growing ragged.
When she turned back, she was wearing the harness, the black dildo now mounted securely. "On your knees," she ordered, pointing to the bed. "I want you in the doggy position, ready to take what I have for you."
The slave moved, his limbs trembling, his body still locked in the chastity device. He bent over the bed, his hands on the shiny cover, his back arched submissively. Sassy’s fingers moved quickly, tearing open a bottle of lubricant and slicking up her gloved hands. "You need to be well-prepped," she said, her voice low and teasing, her hand sliding over his tight, trembling hole. "I want to stretch you out properly, make sure you can take all of me."
With one swift movement, Sassy’s gloved hand plunged into his ass, fingers fisting him mercilessly. The slave gasped, his body jolting with the intensity of her penetration. Sassy worked him over, her fingers relentless, stretching him open, preparing him for the pegging to come. The bed cover beneath them was slick with lubricant, his gasps echoing off the walls, each thrust bringing him closer to the edge of sanity.
When she finally withdrew her hand, he was gasping, his hole red and swollen, his body trembling. "Ready for more?" she purred, her voice dripping with dark promise. Without waiting for his response, she grabbed the dildo and mounted it, her hips snapping forward, burying it deep inside him in one swift motion.
The slave’s cry was choked, his body shuddering under the intense invasion. Sassy’s hand wrapped around his hips, holding him still, her grip bruising. "You take it all," she ordered, her voice a low growl. "Every inch."
The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the wet squelch of her strap-on sliding in and out of him. Sassy’s movements were merciless, punishing, the dildo driving deep with each thrust, milking him with relentless determination. The slave was lost, his body consumed by the dual sensations of pain and pleasure, the boundaries between them blurring with every thrust.
Sassy continued her assault, her body taut with controlled power, her eyes locked on his face. "Look at me," she commanded, her voice a whip. "I want to see your pain, your surrender."
The slave’s eyes met hers, his face a mask of desperation. "Yes, Mistress," he choked out, his voice a ragged whisper. "I belong to you."
With one final, brutal thrust, Sassy reached her own climax, the intense pleasure of her rippling through her as she milked him dry. The bed cover was a mess of lubricant and sweat, the slave’s body limp beneath her, his face still hidden by the mask, his chest heaving with exhausted gasps.
Sassy climbed off him, her movements graceful, her control complete. "Stay there," she ordered, her voice a cool command. "I’ll deal with you later." She turned and left the room, the door closing behind her with a soft click. The slave remained, caged and helpless, the chastity device a constant reminder of her control. The scene was over, but the marks of his submission would last long after she was gone.
The balance of power had been reaffirmed, and the slave was left humbled, a willing prisoner to her dark desires.
3 months ago