The tables turn.

As you pathetically lay prostrate on your hands and knees, Sartre produces a riders crop from the table next to you. She menacingly traces the curve of your ass with it.

“You wanna fuck me, Daveed, you don’t wanna follow my rules? Thees ees what happens when you don’t follow my rules!” You grit your teeth as she raises her whip into the air. Seconds go by before she stings your ass with a loud *SNAP*. You crumple as she flogs you, again, and again, and again. A blubbering mess on the floor, you begin to work yourself up to your hands and knees, before a final lash hits you right in the back of your testicles.

“AGHH, FUCK!” you scream, thrashing your legs together. You grit your teeth together, as soon as these ropes are unbound you’re gonna fuck this fucking bitch up. Sartre shrieks at your humiliation and kneels behind you. You frantically try to army crawl away, but not fast enough. She grabs your hips and pulls you up into a doggy style position, grabbing your hair and arching your back in front of her.

“Maybe I fuck you, pig? Maybe I fuck you like you wanna fuck me?” She purrs in your ear, fondling your balls from behind. “I have the toys,” she adds. You remain stoic, determined not to let her humiliate you again. This fails though, as she produces a giant monster strap on from the table, 11 inches long, and traces it along your tight sphincter. Frantically, you beg her for mercy, promising to be a good boy for her. Unknown to her, you pick at the ropes around your wrists as well.

“MADAM PLEASE! HAVE MERCY! ILL DO ANYTHING, ANYTHING YOU WANT MADAM!!” You plead, bawling pitifully.

“You already will do anything I say say, pig,” she sneers in your ear. “And I say you’re going to take zhis strap in your virzhin asshole.” You begin to sob uncontrollably, still tied up and dominated by this French whore. She bends down and laps her tongue gently at your asshole, before proceeding to give your salad a nice tongue bath. A mix of fear and arousal fills your body, and you frantically pic at the ropes around your wrists.

Sartre reaches around to jerk you with both hands. You feel her sticky saliva drip down your balls before being caught and spit back onto your ass by Sartre’s greedy, freakishly long tongue. She sits up on her knees and fixes the strap to her pubic bone, before slapping it on your ass. Just then, the last knot on your wrists comes loose. You spread your hands out on either side of you and push yourself up, spinning around to look Sartre in the eye.

The mix of horror and arousal shifts to Sartre, as she realizes it is now she who is trapped in here with you. Timidly, she attempts to back away from you. You stand up and catch her by her curly, black hair.

“Let’s start by setting a couple rules, Madam. You’re going to refer to me as master, or ‘Monsieur’ like you stinky fucks like to say.” You grab her cheeks and squeeze them as you speak.

“Rule number 2. You do not talk back to me under any circumstances. Don’t care if you’re uncomfortable, angry, or upset, you go along and do as I say. Understand?” You whisper sternly. Sartre’s eyes are wide with fear, and she seems unable to get a word out. You slap her in the face hard, almost sending her sprawling. “UNDERSTAND?!” you shout

“Oui, monsieur,” she chokes out.

“Rule number 3, and the most important rule,” you say, pulling her face up against your groin. “Pleasuring my cock is the only thing that matters to you. Your health, safety, and wellness all come second to my cock. Understand?” You slap her in the face again.

“Oui, Monsieur…” she trails.

“Stick your tongue out, whore,” you command. She stares at you like a deer in headlights, as though she had never been in this position before. You smack her again. “OPEN!” You shout. She glares at you proudly, seemingly either unwilling or unable to submit to you. Enraged, you **** your index and middle fingers into her mouth and down her throat.

“You fucking whore, submit!” you growl. She chokes as you rapidly move your fingers in and out of her throat, tickling the back of her tongue and her uvula. She chokes again as you pull your fingers out of her mouth, spitting sticky saliva out onto her breasts. A thin string of spit trails off her chin. Her tits bounce as she desperately sucks in air.