Just do it

Reluctantly, Rylee leans down, and starts to kiss her shoes.

"That's right darling, keep kissing them." Hannah says, and Rylee continues to obey her commands. Then, she hears a loud click, she looks up, to see Hannah holding her cell phone as she just took a picture. "Yes, this is definitely going on my FetLife profile." She says with a chuckle

"You bitch! Delete that right now" Rylee responds angrily. Hannah without any hesitation slaps Rylee, and hard too.

"Don't ever talk back to me you slut" she yells. Rylees mouth drops and she gasps. She couldn't believe Hannah just hit her. "You stay right there, I'll be right back."

Without any means of escape, Rylee's only option is to stay as instructed. A few moments pass, and Rylee is in disbelief of what is happening. The night went so well, for it to turn into what it was completely shocked her. Why was she doing this? What did she want?

Her thoughts were interrupted with the sound of Hannah's heels hitting the hardwood floor as she approached. Returning in nothing but black lingerie, and a strap on about 7 inches in length and a sizeable girth.

In Hannah's hands there is a camera, the one she spotted while on the tour of the house. Hannah positioned herself to stand over Rylee, and points the camera down at her. "Suck it, slut." Hannah barks

Rylee shakes her head in protest. "I'm not doing tha-" just as she was about to finish, Hannah forces the dildo into Rylee's mouth, putting it about halfway in. It's enough to make her gag, as she tried to reject it, but Hannah had other plans.

Hannah grabs the back of her head and begins to pump it into her mouth, still only going in about halfway. The thought of herself submitting to a strong and dominant women was starting excite her, despite being humiliated, which also slightly excited her. Rylee started to enjoy what was happening, and started to Bob rhythmically with Hannah's thrusts.

Just as she was starting to like the feeling, Hannah thrusts hard, one giant pump that **** her way into the back of Rylee's throat. Her eyes shot open wide as she started to gag and **** on the silicon cock. She tried to pull away, but Hannah kept her there. Her eyes teared up, trying not to gag to the point of throwing up.

"Look at me whore!" Hannah once again barked. Rylee's natural reaction was to look up, and looked right into the camera lense. Right as she almost couldn't take any more, Hannah pulls out of Rylees throat, met with a gasp of air and a series of coughs. Hannah then smeared the saliva all over Rylee's pretty face.

Hannah proceeded to grab the lipstick that was sitting on the table, she pulled the cap off with her teeth and wrote SLUT on her white Shirt from work. Hannah laughed and slapped the dildo across her face multiple times. "Now what are you? You're a slut aren't you bitch?" Still recording, she continues to smack Rylee around with the dildo. "Say it whore"

"I-I-I'm a slut." Rylee responds meekly

"Say it louder!" Hannah yells, as she snacks Rylee harder.

"I'm a slut!" Rylee says louder. Almost yelling.

"I fucking said louder!" Hannah says, gripping Rylees blonde hair in a ponytail, perking her chin up with her hand.

"I'm a fucking slut!" Screams Rylee.

"Good little bitch" Hannah says while letting her go. By the time she let go of her hair Rylee was basically stretched as high as she could go on her knees, and dropped to the floor when Hannah let go.

Hannah kneels down to Rylee, who is now on her side. "Now that I have footage of you, you will do as I say, and when I say from now on. Unless you want all your family and friends back home to see." She stands, and puts her foot on top of Rylee's side. "You'll be here all night, dogs sleep on the floor in my house." She says before leaving her and goes back to her room.

Rylee, disgusted with herself, humiliated and degraded, she sits in silence. She notices that she is incredibly horny, and very wet. Did this turn her on? Was she actually enjoying being dominated like that? The thoughts rushed through her head as she continued to think about what was to happen next. During these thoughts, she fell back asleep, on the cold hard floor.