Give him what he wants

I make my way to my bag of toys, wondering which one I'd use on him first. Tying him up did seem a little harsh, and so did cuffing him, but then again, that's what he wanted. Maybe I could use that to my advantage. Truth be told I haven't tied anyone up in a long time, and I didn't want to be responsible for hurting one of my favorite musicians, in addition to being liable for the lawsuit to come with it. With that in mind, I grab the two cuffs and walk over to him.

"Is this what you wanted?" I snarl.

His face falls into befuddlement. "What do you mean, Mistress?"

"Well, you paid for me, and you requested these toys, so this is what you wanted, right?"

"Yes Mistress."

"I can't hear you?"

"Yes Mistress!"

"That's a good boy." I then cuff his left arm to a bedpost. As I strut around him, I plotted my next move. Maybe being in control isn't so bad. I mean, I've got him right where any fangirl would want him, and he was paying me for the privilege. First, I continue pacing back and forth in front of him, knowing that it's making him more and more anxious.

Eventually, I head over to the bag and pull out the next toy I want to use. As I do so, I make sure to bend over and arch my back to give Damian a view of my ass. Guess it's a good excuse to spend some time to make sure it's all nice and lubed up. Not like it matters if I make a mess here. Once my toy is thoroughly lubed and my submissive thoroughly teased I turn to him and walk over.

"I think you also wanted this, didn't you?"

Damian nods. "Yes Mistress."

"I wonder how long you've been taking it up the ass?"

"For about a year."

"Why's that?"

"A girl fingered me backstage after a gig."

"So Mister Rockstar was broken by a mere finger?"

"I-I I guess so."

"You know so." I scold. "Face it, you're addicted, and you've forked out thousands for me to fuel your addiction."

"Okay Mistress."

I put my weight on the bed, and hold the butt plug-in view for him. "Say it. Say you're addicted."

"I'm addicted to ass play."

"That's a good boy."

Damian's legs are already spread, allowing me to rub the toy against his entrance. In response, he moans as his hole relaxes. His cock also throbs with anticipation, and as much as I want to touch it, I left him hanging. I mean, that's what he paid for, so that's what he's gonna get. I try to count to a minute before finally pressing the toy inside of him.

"Ahh..." He moans.

"What do you say?"

"Thank you Mistress."

"Good boy."

He continues to moan as I press the toy in deeper. Once it's fully inserted, I stand back up and look at my client. My crush. My little plaything. He's still tied, and he still has that **** look on his face, like he doesn't know what's going to happen next.