Want to see me ride the toy

The old man's eyes were glued to my every move, his breathing growing heavier as he watched me impale myself on the dildo. He gestured to the chair, a hint of a command in his voice. "Why don't you sit down and really show me how much you want that green Cammy suit?"

I complied, straddling the chair and leaning back, the cold metal of the chair against my bare ass making me gasp. The dildo was still lodged deep within me, and I began to bounce up and down on it, the friction against my G-spot sending bolts of pleasure through my body. The chains rattled with each movement, the sound mingling with my moans.

He stepped closer, his camera still rolling, capturing every inch of my degradation. "That's it, baby," he crooned, his voice low and gravelly. "Take it all for me."

I did as he said, my body moving of its own accord as I chased my orgasm. The old man's hand reached out to stroke my clitty cock, his thumb flicking over the sensitive head, and that was all it took. I came hard, my body convulsing around the dildo, my juices spattering the chair beneath me. The old man groaned, his own arousal evident as he stroked his cock through his pants.

As I caught my breath, panting and trembling from the intense orgasm, the old man leaned in close, his hot breath on my ear. "You've earned your prize," he whispered. "But remember, you're mine now. Every time you wear that costume, you'll think of me and how much of a sissy whore you are for letting me use you like this."

With trembling hands, I took the green Cammy suit from him, feeling both triumphant and utterly humiliated.