Bottom Dweller

Monique and Douglas had a preferred club down. Douglas was clad only in a leather harness. Monique had a crop at her side, as the two descended, down into the basement, down into a crawl space below that, and finally to an empty room, filled only with concrete and pipes. Monique handcuffed Douglas to the pipe, then whipped the white boy's ass. His cries carried especially well upstairs.

"I want you to be a good faggot and beg for that big Black dick, bitch," Monique said loudly, knowing that would carry upstairs as well.

"Please ... Mistress," Douglas started, every word accentuated by a vicious strike of the crop. "Fuck your white faggot ... with your ... Big ... Black ... Cock."

"That's my slaveboy," Monique said, a mixture of lust and pride. She reached down between Douglas's asscheeks, pulling out the thick plug with an audible plop. "Those squats have really been working."

"Thank you ... Mistress," Douglas said, his ass searing with welts.

Monique took out the lube she carried in her purse, methodically lubricating her cock, and adding some to Douglas's ass. She dug her nails into his burning ass, then kissed and chewed at his neck as she mounted up, sliding her thick cock up his ass. His cries of pain and pleasure sounded so delicious traveling upstairs as Monique fucked him into a catatonic state.