Chapter 17: I Think You've Earned a Reward

Continued from chapter 16:

"Well then," she says, that familiar predatory gleam returning to her eyes. "Allow me to be your first."

She rummages through her bag and pulls out a harness complete with a long, thick silicone phallus. She secures the straps carefully and covers the strap-on liberally with warming oil. The care she takes is almost loving, despite the wicked purpose of the toy.

Cassidy kneels over me again, positioning herself between my thighs. The imposing length of the strap-on bobs obscenely between her legs as she grips my hips, tilting my ass up and exposing my most intimate hole to her hungry gaze.

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"Ready to lose your anal virginity, baby boy?" she asks, her voice a blend of dominance and genuine concern. "To have Mommy claim this tight little pucker as hers?"

She notches the slick tip of the toy against my entrance, applying just enough pressure to make me feel the impending invasion without pushing forward. The anticipation is exquisite torture.

"Beg for it, Ero," she commands, her voice firm but not unkind. "Let Mommy hear how badly you need to be split open on her big, fat cock."

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I swallow hard, my voice trembling as I speak.

"Please, Cassidy," I whisper, the vulnerability raw in my words. "Calling you Mommy right now just seems... wrong. Please, Cassidy. Take this last shred of dignity from me. Please fill me, fuck me, ruin me for anyone else."

Cassidy's expression softens slightly, acknowledging the trust I'm placing in her. With a wicked grin, she lines up the thick head of the strap-on with my quivering hole. She leans down, her breasts brushing against my back as she nips gently at my ear.

"As you wish, my sweet little anal virgin," she whispers, her voice a promise and a threat. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else. By the time I'm done, the only thought in your head will be serving your Mistress."

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She pushes forward, breaching me inch by excruciating inch. The flared head pops past my tight ring of muscle, stretching me impossibly wide. The sensation is overwhelming—pressure, burn, a stretching that borders on pain.

"Breathe through it, baby," Cassidy coos, her voice dripping with genuine sympathy even as she continues her invasion. "Relax and let Mommy in."

She hilts herself fully inside me with one powerful thrust, and I gasp, my eyes wide as I stare up at her. She pauses there for a moment, letting me adjust, her hands stroking my sides in a soothing rhythm.

I breathe hard and heavy as she fills me completely. Then she begins to move, sliding in and out, in and out, her angle calculated to tap my prostate with each thrust. I gasp and look up at the young woman who now owns this part of me.

She leans over me, changing position to hit my prostate dead-on with every stroke. Her nails rake down my back, leaving stinging red welts in their wake. The sensation is exquisite—pain and pleasure blending into something transcendent.

"Scream for me, Ero," she demands, her voice thick with arousal. "Let the whole world know who owns this ass now."

I scream as an orgasm rocketing up my shaft, but this is nothing like my usual release. Instead of the spurting, sprinkler orgasm I'm used to, this feels like peeing but with semen and with a great deal more pleasure. My release spills from me in waves, pooling on my belly as Cassidy puts me through one last indignity.

She continues to pound into me relentlessly, prolonging my intense orgasm. I can feel my ass clamping down on the toy, trying to milk it for all its worth. With a few more erratic thrusts, she buries herself to the hilt inside me, grinding against my abused prostate. Her free hand snakes around to pump my sensitive cock, coaxing out every last drop of my release.

My eyes roll back in my head as I grip the bed frame and surrender completely to Cassidy. The last of the pleasure leaves my body, leaving me wrung out and utterly useless.

She collapses on top of me, both of us panting and covered in sweat. After a long moment, she carefully pulls out, and I feel the toy slide free with a soft pop. She admires the sight of my gaping, dripping hole with obvious satisfaction.

"Such a good boy, taking everything I gave you so well," she praises, giving my ass a possessive squeeze. "I think you've earned a reward."

Rolling off me, she scoops some of my release from my belly and holds it to my lips.

"Clean up the mess you made, pet," she instructs, her tone affectionate. "And thank Mommy nicely for wrecking your holes so thoroughly."

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I suckle every sticky dollop from her hand, savoring the taste and the intimacy of the moment, until she has me all cleaned up.

"Thank you, Cassidy," I murmur against her palm. "Thank you."

Cassidy watches with a smug, satisfied expression as I clean her hand, savoring the debauched sight of me. She pets my hair almost affectionately, her fingers gentle against my scalp.

"Good boy," she praises softly. "You took your training so well today. I think you're ready for more advanced lessons soon."

She disentangles herself from me and stands, stretching languidly. Her eyes roam over my limp, well-used body with a predatory gleam, but there's something almost protective in her gaze too.

"Rest up, Ero," she says, heading toward the bathroom. "You're going to need your strength for what I have planned next."

With a final wicked grin, she saunters out of the bedroom, leaving me sprawled bonelessly on the bed, marked inside and out as her property.

She runs a bath, and I hear the water filling the tub. When she returns, she helps me to my feet, steadying me as we walk to the bathroom together. We both soak in the warm, soapy water, and Cassidy bathes me with surprising tenderness. She cleans every inch of me, her touches gentle and reverent despite the rough play we've just shared.

When she's finished with me, she cleans herself, washing away the evidence of our encounter. She towels me dry afterward, her movements careful and caring. True to her word, she dresses me in a pair of her black satin panties, complete with hot pink ruffled trim and matching satin bows.

The silk feels cool against my skin, and there's something deeply intimate about being clothed in her garments.

Cassidy throws her robe back on and leads me to bed, rubbing my satin-clad bottom as we settle under the covers together. Her hand remains possessive but gentle, and I drift off to sleep wrapped in her presence, feeling both owned and cherished.

The End

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