Introducing Kasia to the

She tied him up, hands above his head, feeling his powerful arms as she did so. He was stripped down to his underwear, barely covering his meaty cock as it hung down. He was blindfolded. She ran a finger over his rocky abs, his strong chest, and wondered how she got so lucky. He was hot. But she was in control. Forever.

She gave him another dose of dick pills. She’d discovered they came in honey form at the sex shop, and she did not hesitate to stock up. He greedily sucked down the honey from the little black packet. He knew the drill.

She tossed the empty packet aside and leaned down to kiss his stomach, licking his abs as she gripped his thighs. He was already getting hard. She pulled his underwear off gently, admiring his nude body. She desperately wanted to suck him off but didn’t want to give him the pleasure.

“Fuck that,” she thought to herself, going down on him. He was her fucktoy. Her plaything. If she wanted to suck him, that’s what she’d do. Whether he liked it or not was simply irrelevant. She took his warm dick into her mouth, savoring his thickness while she touched his balls. “I don’t do it for him,” she thought. “I do it for me.” She gulped him down, using her tongue generously. She took her mouth off him and stroked, watching his reaction. His muscles tensed and he thrust his hips forward ever so slightly. She licked at his body, sloppily running her wet tongue along his cock and balls and abs, running her fingernails down his chest, legs, and ankles. She was horny tonight. She had a special surprise for him.

She went down on him again, gagging on his dick. She ran her tongue wildly around his shaft. She loved having his cock in her mouth. Finally, she stood up.

“Kasia,” she called. “He’s ready for you.”

Kasia was a beautiful woman with dark, piercing eyes. Tattoos covered every inch of her petite body. Her small titties looked delicious. She was slightly muscular but very thin; she was toned. Her unrelenting eyes penetrated every man she looked at. She was intimidating but kind. Yes, she was more than capable of gentleness, mercy, kindness. But she’d left all that at the door. She was here to punish.

Clad in black fishnets, high heels, a leather crop top and miniskirt, she approached the bed, examining her new ****. She knew this man had mistreated her friend, her lover. But in truth, she didn’t care. He could have been a saint and it wouldn’t have changed a thing. Tonight, she was his boy toy.

Of course, he’d been ready for a few minutes, but mistress had wanted her special time with him beforehand. This was her property, after all. Not Kasia’s. She was already jealous — Kasia knew that. She wanted her toy all to herself, and she didn’t want him falling for another mistress. But their sapphic escapades were so beautiful, so divine that mistress wanted to share her deep, dark secret with her new lover. She showed Kasia the photos, the videos, the live feed. She told her the story. The story of her abusive, insane boyfriend who had hurt her in so many ways, and how she’d used the dark arts to take back control — to take back her life. Yes, it was crazy, but it worked. Kasia had believed every word. She could tell it was the truth.

As her relationship with Kasia heated up, it became a necessity to bring in a third — the ****. Her ****. Their ****.

Now Kasia was standing in the basement dungeon, her tattooed body vibrating with raw desire. This was her dream — a docile male servant who was utterly trapped. Mistress had shared her **** many times with others, but this was something new. She wanted to watch her servant get ruthlessly dominated by someone else, by a dominatrix who simply wanted to use a man’s body. Kasia was awestruck at how well-trained her boy was. He was fully broken in. She was unable to hide her pleasure at the sight of the nude fucktoy.

Kasia was one of those rare dominant women, much like mistress herself. That’s probably why they got along at work so easily. After butting heads for a few months, they eventually reached a truce and came to genuinely like each other. Mistress had finally taken Kasia downstairs to prove the reality of what she’d spoken of — a true man servant. She’d taken her ex-boyfriend captive months ago and used him as she pleased. No one was looking for him. He was all hers.

Mistress took a seat, absently rubbing her clit. She nodded at Kasia.

Kasia couldn’t resist his meaty cock either. After playing with his body, touching it and caressing it, she took his cock into her mouth, moaning loudly as she did so. It was a good cock.

Her strap-on was lying on the bed. Mistress gently picked it up and wrapped it around Kasia.

“Alright, sissy,” Kasia said to him.

He’d been my mistress’ **** for…well, he didn’t know how long, exactly. A long time.

Kasia sucked his cock. He was strapped down to the bed, legs and arms spread.

“Good boy.” His heart fluttered.

She took out a pink bullet vibrator.

“I’m going to **** you, slut,” she said. She removed the hair tie from her ponytail, shaking her gorgeous hair and running her fingers through it. She double-wrapped the hair tie around his cock, slipping the pink vibrator in between so it was strapped tightly to his shaft. She switched it on and his limbs curled.