She does and proves your sluttiness

She presses in the large fake cock past your ring. It might hurt, but somehow that adds to the pleasure. In moments you are making the lewdest noises you’ve ever hear, moaning like a bitch in gear as she increases both the pace and the depth. She laughs, pulling your hips tighter to her as she does, mocking “wow, you might be the most natural slut I’ve seen since Monica. Maybe later we’ll have you compete to see who’s sluttier. Would you like that?” You respond in your grunts, unable to formulate words as your need takes over. She just laughs this away, maintaining her pace.

It doesn’t take much longer till you feel a building up sensation, a pleasure **** to the brink. Maybe it’s the fact she’s so utterly in control of you, but you finally formulate the words “please... please may I cum?”

“Aww and it even knows to ask! Yes baby, come for daddy!” She somehow manages to pick up the pace even more, nailing your poor enflamed prostate with each thrust as it becomes too much, and you cum. She doesn’t stop, laughing at your whimpers as your body convulses in orgasmic bliss.

Finally she stops, pulling out and wiping her dildo clean. “You really are an amazing catch. But you came, so that means you belong to me now. Say yes daddy, you’ll be my good slut.”

Feeling exhausted from the fucking of your young life, you gasp out “yes, yes daddy. I’ll be... your good slut.”

She ruffles your hair, wiping the sweat from her own brow. “I know you will.” She tucks her dido back down into her leg, and pulls out of her pocket a tiny pink cage. “This is to make sure. I’m sure you won’t mind, after all you proved you can cum without it.” You are too tired to protest while the dominate women expertly locks your now limo manhood away in a tiny pink cage, adding the key she did it with to another she was wearing on a necklace. That wasn’t all she did though, as she added a pink plug into your recently stretched home.

“Now, let’s get you up and out of this maze.” She says, pulling your pants back up but leaving your hands handcuffed, she lifts you to your feel. You can barely stand, so she lets you lean on her slightly as you leave the maze.