After having your new toy strip, you start to play rough

Some minutes later, Sam is standing naked in front of you, flushed and trembling. After putting the contract he gave you safely to one side, you decided it was time to see just how far the submissive little boyslut was willing to go now he's signed himself into your service. Sitting yourself back down on the couch, you told him firmly to strip. The needy shudder and moan your sharp command drew from Sam was just the confirmation you didn't need that all he wants and needs is a demanding mistress like you to take him very firmly in hand. As he hurriedly pulled off his collared shirt and jeans, exposing quivering pale flesh that aches to be groped in your fingers, you decide with a certain self-serving logic that after the precious gift he's handed you of himself on a silver platter you'd really better make sure to give him what he wants in turn and indulge all your wickedest desires on his willing body. Your smirk was cool as you watched him fumble with his boring grey underwear, and the dismissive scoff you let out when he pulled them down to expose his pathetic little dickie gave the sissy boy no doubt that you mean to be just as scornful toward him as you were that first delicious night. Which is good, because it's clearly what he needs from you, what he asked for from you even. Now he stands bare and **** in front of a hungry tigress, his clothes in a neatly folded pile beside the couch where you mean for them to stay for a good, long while.

"Look at you..." You purr, eyes gleaming as they drift over the shivering, naked boy standing in front of your couch. He's breathing hard rather hard, a scarlet blush coloring his cheeks to the roots of his silky, blonde hair, and his adorable pink nipples are standing out stiffly from the pale skin of his chest. And, of course, between his plump, trembling thighs that little pink dickie of his is hard, but so small and pathetic you hardly pay it any attention at all. "So needy and ****." You click your teeth, adopting a disapproving frown that makes him whimper, his large eyes wet with frantic desire to please that just makes you want to bully him even more. "I haven't even touched you yet. I think you've been this way for a just about the entire week. Just spending hours dreaming about what I did to you. In fact, I'll bet it took you hours to write that sweet little contract because you couldn't stop touching yourself over what I'd do to you once you were mine. That sound about right?"

"Yes, Ms. Black." The needy boy-slut stammers, his hands fluttering by his sides. Shame burns his cheeks as you coolly stare at him from your comfortable seat across the couch, but he makes no move to cover himself, and your steady gaze draws the words from his lips as surely as if you'd **** them free. "I wanted to do as you told me. I...tried not to touch myself down there, like you said, but I couldn't stop myself. It was...just too much." He flushes even pinker, his soft cheeks glowing. You hardly even remembered telling him that, before the words come to you and your cold smirk widens. You told him he could only cum from your cock in his ass from now on. Clearly he's tried to take your casual orders to heart, but the silly boy couldn't resist frantically rubbing his pathetic little dickie all the same. "Only it didn't work...no matter how hard I tried I couldn't...finish. When I tried, it just made it worse." He gasps, twitching in desperation. A glistening drop of clear pre-cum dribbles from the tip of his dick and the worthless little thing twitches, as if sheer shame at admitting that has him on the edge of cumming already.

"I told you, didn't I? There's only one you way you get to cum now and you'll have to earn it." You purr, your sadistic heart glowing with wicked delight at this enticing revelation. Poor little Sam...just one night with you and your cock and already he can't cum from his pathetic dickie anymore. Just natural as far as you're concerned, cute little sissies like him should only be able to climax dry with a thick New Female cock buried deep in their tender assholes. And you intend to train him thoroughly to make sure of that. "Well, I'm rather disappointed in you, disobeying one of the very first orders I gave you."

"Sorry...Ms. Black." He whimpers then, his pretty face so crestfallen at a hint of your disapproval that you almost decide to take pity on him...almost. Only the meaner you are to him, the more worshipful his longing stare becomes, those big, blue eyes so wet and pretty and **** you just can't stop pulling him in. And why would you stop? He loves you, doesn't he? Or so he's said. Then he should love even the worst parts of you and right now they're all on display, the sadism, the cruelty that runs alongside your lust, all the fiercer now it's found a target with so much to be cruel about. Besides, you remind yourself. He wants this...he even asked for it. Then he can't regret it now he's getting what he clearly needs.

"Such a naughty boy. I'm afraid I'll have to punish you for this." You purr hungrily. He glances back at your face in shock, and you swear you see his eyes light up at the talk of punishment. The hoarse gasp for air that makes his bare chest shiver seems to shudder with anticipation too. How interesting... "We'll deal with that soon enough. For now, you're not to touch that little thing between your legs again." You snap at him, as your own thick cock aches away between your legs, demanding some attention. Patience you tell yourself...soon enough you'll have every throbbing inch buried deep inside his holes, but the prize will be all the sweeter if you play with him a little more. "If you can't be a good boy and control yourself, we'll just have to find a way to make sure of it." You tap your fingers on your hips, considering several delicious possibilities. "Is that understood, slut?"

"Yes Ms. Black." Sam nods frantically, those three words sounding so sweet and yearning in his high-pitched, breathless voice. He says your name like some worshipful title, his sweet lips trembling and parted, just begging to be wrapped around your thick cock.

"Good." You nod. He shivers at that first tentative sign of your approval, his pretty eyes lighting up like stars as if you've just given him some precious gift he can't help but treasure. You'll have to ration that, make sure each kind word is one he's earned. Deciding it's time, you reach down to pull off your belt and tossing it casually to one side. Sam is panting even hotter as he watches you slide your suit trousers down, exposing your plain black boyshorts you're wearing and the tightly stretched fabric in front where your formidable cock is almost fully erect and begging to find its way into one of his holes.

The pretty eighteen year old shudders with desire, his eyes fixed on that massive bulge like he can't look away. He's even leaning forward slightly, as if the mere sight of your thick erection is drawing him. Very pleased at his reaction, you seize your underwear and buck up off the couch, tugging it down to your thighs. Your huge cock pops free, throbbing with desire in the cool air, coiling veins running up the formidable length. Sam lets out a strangled squeal at the sight of it, his voice hoarse and filled with simpering desire. His legs buckle, soft thighs trembling, and he falls to his knees in front of you, exactly where he belongs. When you shuffle forward on the couch so that you're sitting perched over the edge, his dazed eyes move, following your erect cock like he's hypnotized. Below that thick shaft, your heavy balls dangle in your sack, aching and full.

"Come here, boy." You purr, your voice rumbling with lust. "It's time to serve your mistress." Sam shuffles forward on his knees, his gaze still fixed on your cock. You watch with simmering anticipation, very pleased at the sight of such a pretty boy, soft and pale and pretty, crawling at your feet and so focused on your cock he's actually drooling. Smirking hungrily, you lean back against the couch. "Well, suck it, slut." You snap, deciding this time you'll let him do all the work. Panting hard, the pretty boy bucks himself awkwardly up and cranes his neck to lean over your thick, twitching erection. His achingly soft lips find your cock, wrapping tight around the head as he struggles to even fit the first inch inside his mouth. You snort dismissively, remembering how you had to **** him last time to fit your entire shaft down his tight little throat. Only, he doesn't even try, instead the boy just kneels there between your legs. He's shuddering and panting, his hoarse moans around your cock sending very pleasant vibrations through your shaft. His soft tongue flutters and darts over your skin, longingly tasting your salty shaft, what little of it he can reach anyway. It all feels rather good, you have to admit, like a pleasant tease. Only...there's a very large portion of your aching erection that isn't being attended to, and that's a rather pressing problem, one that grows rather more irritating with each moment he just sits there sucking and doesn't even try to shove his face down your cock where it belongs. You're never going to cum this way, even as warm and wet and soft as his mouth feels on the head of your shaft. You need it shoved in his throat to even get anywhere. Sam should know better, but it seems you're going to have to teach him that, the hard way.

"Enough." You snarl, reaching down to grab him firmly by a handful of soft blonde hair. He squeals in shock as you drag him firmly back off your cock, just enough of a tug to start to hurt. "That was hopeless." You scoff. The silly boy gasps out, blinking away the haze of pleasure in his big blue eyes. He stares up at you in hopeless pleading, clearly utterly heartbroken at the knowledge that his soft lips and warm mouth just aren't quite good enough for you. "You'll need some good, hard training on how to suck cock properly." You snap at him harshly, hiding your delight at just how miserable he looks to know he's disappointed you again. "And I think I'd better punish you first, just to make sure you put some effort in." Sam whimpers at that, but there's an edge of anticipation in his trembling voice that's rather too obvious to miss. So, the submissive little slut thinks he wants to be punished? Well, you'll just have to make sure you enjoy yourself even more than he does.