Slap my ass, leaving a red mark.

His hand came down hard on my ass, the impact causing me to yell. The pain was sharp but quickly faded into a dull throb. He looked at me, a dark smile on his lips. "I bet you like that, don't you?

Barry looked at me with a glint in his eye that I had never seen before. It was a mix of amusement and something darker, something that sent a shiver down my spine. He was always the confident one, the one who knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it. But tonight, there was an edge to him that was both terrifying and thrilling.

"Who do you love more? Me or your bitch mother." His tone was a mix of jovial and menacing. I gasped, my hand still wrapped around his now limp cock. "I-I love you more, Barry," I stuttered, feeling a pang of fear at the mention of my mother. The thought of choosing between the two was too much.

Barry dark chuckle echoed in the room, his grip on my hair tightening. "That's what I like to hear, Bella. Now, let's see how much you really love me." He shoved me back down onto the bed, his hand moving to the bedside drawer. He pulled out a bottle of lube and a butt plug, his intentions clear.

I position my ass toward him like a good little slut, presenting my hole for his amusement. Barry squeezed some lube onto his fingers and began to work it into me, stretching my tight ring open. The coldness of the gel was a stark contrast to the heat that was building up inside me. He was preparing me for the next step in my sissification, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and dread.

He slid the plug in, the smooth surface gliding in easily thanks to the lubrication. It filled me up; the pressure was intense but not painful. I moaned, my hips instinctively pushing back against the intrusion. "That's it, baby girl," he murmured, his voice soothing despite the roughness of his actions. "Take it all."

The plastic toy pushed deeper, my ass stretching to accommodate the girth. It was a size larger than the one I had used before, a stark reminder that my body now belonged to him. I whimpered, my eyes watering as he worked it in and out, loosening me up for what was to come. "You're doing so well," he praised, his tone gentle despite the dominance he exuded. "You're going to be the best little sissy slut."

He toy with my asshole, twisting the plug before he pulls it out, leaving me gaping and needy. He chuckles, his hand coming down to slap my ass again, the sound echoing through the room. "Get on all fours," he commands, his voice low and authoritative. I comply, my heart racing as I position myself on the bed, my face pressed into the pillow.

Barry grabs my hips, aligning his cock with my hole. He slathers more lube onto his shaft, the sound of it squelching in the quiet room. I can feel the head of his cock nudging against my entrance, and I brace myself for the intrusion. With one swift thrust, he pushes into me, filling me up completely. I scream into the pillow, my body shaking with the mix of pain and pleasure.

He starts to move, his cock sliding in and out of me in a steady rhythm. Each stroke sends waves of pleasure through my body, making me arch my back and push back against him. He pushed the butt plug plastic toy into my mouth, gagging me, his cock moving in and out of my ass as he fucks me like a ragdoll. He's so much bigger than me, so much more powerful, and I can't help but feel a strange thrill at being used so roughly.

Barry's grip on my hips tightens, his nails digging into my skin. He's holding onto me like he owns me, and in this moment, I know that he does. I'm nothing more than his sissy slut, here to take his cock whenever he wants it. And I love it.

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