SADISTRESS - The cruel Chinese Mist - Rubber bed toilet slave

SADISTRESS - The cruel Chinese Mist - Rubber bed toilet slave

He lay bound tightly in the rubber: his wrists and ankles were secured with thick restraints, and a wide strap held his neck immobile. It was impossible for him to move, even slightly. His body was completely focused on his situation, every nerve ending stretched toward the cruel fate that awaited him. He knew what was coming, but there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Above him, his mistress stood tall and proud, her perfect body encased in a tight latex catsuit that emphasized every curve. She was every inch the femme fatale, her long black hair falling around her face like a veil. In her gloved hands, she held a thin black whip, the soft crackle of its leather threatening worse things to come.

His eyes were locked on hers as she descended, the drag of her heels sending a shiver down his spine. She stood over him for a moment, her presence looming large, then reached down without warning and gripped the hardening cock that lay trapped between his legs.

"You pathetic slave," she hissed, squeezing it tightly. "You're going to beg for what you want, aren't you?" She sneered down at him, the scorn clear in her eyes. "Well then, slave, let's begin."

With that, she released his cock and instead grabbed a fistful of hair, yanking his head up so that it was forced painfully backward. In one swift movement, she brought her other hand down to grasp the thick rubber strap that pinned his mouth open wide. With a vicious twist, she pulled backward, stretching his face excruciatingly—and then, with a final tug, she yanked him off the bed.

He dangled there for a moment, suspended in mid-air, his body pulled taut. Then, with another flourish of her arm, he was slammed back down onto the bed—but not before she'd positioned his legs just so. The raw sting of his exposed buttocks in the cool air only served to heighten his anticipation. He knew what was coming next: the moment he'd been both dreading and longing for. It was the price he paid for his deviancy, and he would pay it gladly.

His mistress positioned herself behind him, her latex-clad thighs pressing against his ass. With one hand, she continued to hold his head in place, while with the other, she forced his legs apart. Slowly, deliberately, she lowered her gloved hand between his legs, and he felt the cool touch of her latex-gloved fist against his anus. He tensed, knowing what was coming but unable to prevent it. And then she began to push.

Inch by agonizing inch, her fist forced its way inside him, filling him up. With each thrust, he could feel himself growing wet with anticipation and fear. It was an incredible feeling, one that he both loved and hated, knowing that it was wrong but unable to resist. As she worked her fist in and out of him, stretching him to his limit, he felt himself starting to climax—but he also knew that his release wasn't yet near.

Finally, she pulled her hand free, and he felt a moment of relief before he realized what she was doing. With a sly grin, she brought her latex-gloved hand up to her mouth and took hold of the end of the tube of lube that dangled from it. Slowly, deliberately, she smeared the cold, slippery gel across his ass, lubricating him for the next step in his torment. And then she lowered herself down onto his waiting face, her wet, pulsating sex descending onto his mouth.

She was exquisitely full, every inch of her tight, glistening anal passage pressed against his eager lips. He took hold of her thighs, digging his fingers into the soft flesh as he started to work her, lapping at her folds and sucking eagerly at her rosebud. She groaned, her hips starting to rock back and forth in Time with his ministrations, driving her cock deeper into his mouth. He felt her starting to cum, the hot juices filling his mouth and throat, and he swallowed hungrily, every drop going down his parched gullet.

As she finished, she pulled away, leaning down to grab him by the hair once again. "That's a good slave," she purred, her breath hot against his ear. "Now it's time for you to return the favor."

With that, she shoved her hips forward, impaling herself once again on his waiting cock. He groaned, feeling the familiar stretch of her sphincter as she took him deeper. She was tight, impossibly so, and he could feel himself throbbing inside her as she began to ride him, her hips moving in a slow, sensual grind.

He reached up and grabbed hold of her shoulders, digging his fingers in as he tried to keep up with her rhythm. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest, and he could feel the warmth of her breath on his neck. "Oh yes," she hissed, leaning back to look him in the eye. "Tell me what you want, slave."

He swallowed hard, feeling the wet slide of her anal juices down his throat. "I want you to keep fucking me," he managed to croak out. "I want you to make me your toilet slave."

Her face softened for a moment, a predatory smile curling her lips. "And that's exactly what I'm going to do," she purred, taking his cock even deeper inside her. "Becaus