My butthole is ready. I hope.

"I learned a lot from Daniel." Mistress smugly grips my hips as a large, freshly lubed silicone cock is pressed against my ass. "We had some discussions about you." I shudder as I feel the weight of what's about to go inside of me. "R-Really? What about?" She starts to grind the cock back and forth against my opening. "I wanted to understand what you get out of being teased, and bullied, and treated like a silly little cuck. Like, I get the overall idea, but you seem to get something more out of it." A gentle hand slides down my bare back. "Like, why do you even like the romantic stuff? Most cucks start to squirm at the thought of it." A sudden slap on my ass. Both of her hands grab my hips. "But after watching you with Lana, I get it. There's something wonderfully humiliating about watching your partner submit to someone else. So I have a question for you, cucky!" The head of the dildo slowly enters me. My hips shudder. "I'm in a particularly playful mood today. Do you want some sweet and loving Mistress time? Or do you want me to make you squirm?" Oh man, she's really getting into this dominatrix thing. I go to answer the question-- but am interrupted by the increasing pressure against my prostate as I feel Mistress' hips press against my ass. She's in, all the way.

There's a straining feeling against my insides. Unlike a real cock, it feels more consistently dense. It doesn't have that natural, flexing feeling.

I spasm. "A-Are you gonna tease me, and then apologize halfway through like usual?" I tease back. Probably a bad idea, but I'm feeling confident in my approach. Mistress blushes, and laughs, "Damn. Called out." She shakes her head, eyes lowering, and a smug smile crawling up her face. "No, though. I practiced." Her eyes look different, like a certain confidence is now oozing out of her. "I can't let Miss Lana beat me at my own game, after all-- and she's learning very, very fast." Mistress pulls back, and pushes in. My legs shake as precum starts to drip out of me. "You've done everything you can to make me feel good, no matter how crazy it is, and I want to return the favor. Even if it means I have to train this useless white dick to behave." She slaps my ass as she suddenly increases pace.

The dense silicone grinds against my prostate, and I can feel a distinct fullness as it burrows deep. It's not as good as a real cock, but in this particular moment, with Mistress bearing down on me-- it feels incredible.

Her voice isn't wavering now, she's got an intensely sexual atmosphere. This isn't something I was ready for. I suddenly feel my composure falter as my little dick twitches and precum oozes out. "Almost cum already? God, and here I though you were starting to understand!" I feel a hand push my face down into the couch as she moves her hips into a better vantage point. "If you cum, you'll lose whatever points you got for this weekend! That would be a shame. But you're used to losing. You lose so much you made it a fetish." Oh my god. I almost came again. My breathing is heavy. My teasing, back-sassing quips are gone. I don't have a response. She came back ready to train me, and she meant it. This is the perfect woman.

A soft giggle. "This is fun, though. I love the little squeaks and moans you make. This cock isn't gonna cum. You don't have the luxury of time. I can go all day. Make you lose again, again and again. Maybe establish negative points. Not sure what I'd do as a punishment though... since your little cuck brain works on reverse rules." She laughs, "It's genuinely been hard! How do I punish someone who feels better when they're punished?"

Her pace increases. I have nothing to say, I just have to focus. I can't cum. I can't cum. I won't cum. Focus. I-I thought I had this down. Mistress is just on another level.

"But then I had a mean idea. It made me wet." She starts breathing heavily. "Punishments for you are simple. I'd just make you try and fuck me again." My body freezes as a jolt of lighting hits me. I moan loudly. "Right!? I never thought about it. You probably couldn't even get hard for that anymore." I feel kisses on my neck. "Which is good. Good boys don't get hard. You stay limp and watch." A giggle as she slaps my ass. "You only get going down there when you watch Mistress get what she needs. What she can't get from you." My legs shake. I nod. "Y-Yes!" My whole body ignites with pleasure.

"But that punishment wouldn't work either. Because I'd have to be naked, and you're just... not really cut out for that are you?" She pinches my nipples, leaning over again. I feel the dildo slow down a bit. "You're my cute little cuckold boy toy, after all. A good mistress wouldn't allow such impure thoughts like that." A soft kiss on my ear. Mistress smiles, "So? How am I doing? I saw you almost cum twice now." I nod aggressively, "Y-You're just reminding me why I fell in love with you." I say, blushing, eyes rolling back into my head. Mistress blushes, a brief serious face. "You're too damn sweet. I can only bully you for so long." I chuckle, smiling. She pauses, rolling me over into missionary position. "Let me see that cute face I fell in love with." I smile as she presses into me again.

We focus eye contact. It feels good when she's in charge. When she's having a good time. Her eyes flicker as she gazes at my body. "You're getting pretty damn good at holding these orgasms in." I nod, smiling smugly, "Nothing makes me cum, anymore." Her eyebrows raise. "Oh, nothing? You seemed pretty near the edge when I called you basically a loser." My cage twitches. "Oh, see?" She increases pace again. "I was on to something there. You like losing. You lost the right to fuck your girlfriend. You lost any manhood you used to have. You lost my body to Daniel. You're a loser." Oh fuck! I feel an orgasm swell. "Good. Good boy. Do what losers do and lose." I try to hold on desperately. "Go to zero. Waste your points for Mistress." I stare at her as my body lurches. My eyes roll back again as I let out a strained moan.

"Look at you. Such a good little slut. Good sluts love losing. You love losing, don't you?" I shudder as I nod. Yes. I do. I love it. Every second of my day I love it. Oh fuck. She leans forward. "Lose. Lose. Lose." I reach my face up to kiss her, and she puts her finger between our lips. "Not for losers. Only my boyfriend can do that."

Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.

I cum. Shit. Like a lot.

Mistress laughs out loud. "YES! YES I WON! HAHAHA~" She does a victory pose, instantly kissing me afterwards. "You okay babe!? You look like you died." She looks at me, drained of my semen, and my points. Busting after, well, not-- after so long-- feels... strange. Not as relieving as I thought it would.

I can't help but laugh as I sober up. "You are a threat to the safety of my balls." I shake my head, kissing her back. "God, I love you." She hugs me gently. "T-That was intense, are you okay?" I squint at her, "Are you okay?" I ask right back, grinning a smug smile. "I'm wet as fuck after bullying you." She nuzzles into me. I blush and kiss her again. "Good! That means we both had fun." She softly embraces me again. "I'm glad to be home."