Yes, Mistress...

Gemma unties you from the bed, pulling you to your feet and leading you over to the hotel window. You gaze out at the bright night lights of the city, a haze of neon and fluorescence. You can faintly see her form in the reflection of the glass. She stands behind you, running her hands all over your ass, caressing you with her fingers. You're terrified, but also excited... your cum-covered cock, which was all but soft, now stands firmly at attention in anticipation, twitching every so often and dripping fluid onto the carpet.

“Good boy…” she purrs approvingly, her teeth grazing your shoulder. “Just do what I say… and the town… this city… the world - can be yours.”

Your knees go weak as you feel the strap-on press up against the entrance to your anus. Strangely, your entire body relaxes, almost the opposite of how you thought you'd feel. She pushes in, slowly but relentlessly, her hands gripping your hip to hold you still. You groan, surprised by how easily you’re taking the enormous member, revelling in the fullness of it all. Your eyes roll back in your head as you feel her hips press up against your ass, and the entirety of the strap-on is buried inside of you.