His first strap-on raping experience

His first strap-on raping experience

 

I get e-mail from you guys daily, and it really amuses me when you describe your fantasies. I enjoy reading them, but can’t help thinking… just you wait until I make your fantasy come true. It can be scary, but I can guarantee it will be an amazing experience!

So there was this one guy who kept telling me how much he wanted to be my slut. But he didn’t just want to get fucked in his tight ass, he wanted me to take it with force. He repeatedly kept telling me, that in session he wanted to give me full control and freedom to abuse him. Make him gag on my large strap-on before pounding his ass mercilessly. He insisted that I would keep going even when he would beg me to slow down or stop.

But as often happens, he didn’t know where to draw the lines with his messages. I am a highly skilled professional, so you don’t need to tell me same thing twice. Your long messages make me easily bored, so better keep it simple, boys. I can tell if you’re a slut, you don’t have to send me 50 messages to convince me. Just come over to my dungeon, pay your respects and show me that good old “face down, ass up”-trick. Yeah, that’s a kind of slut I like.

So by the time this guy finally came to my dungeon, he had already managed to piss me off. Too much talking, not enough playing. If he would’ve wanted a different kind of session, I probably would’ve told him that I’ve got better things to do, but for a rape session this pissed-off mood was actually just perfect. Just enough to make me punish him a bit harder than I maybe would’ve otherwise.

So when he knocked on my door, I did not want to let my angry mood to go to waste. I just wanted to get to action, so after the formalities, I told him to take of his clothes and directed him to my sex swing. I secured his hands and legs, so he was there stuck like a fly in spider’s web. I added the final touch with blindfold. “That’s more like it”, I thought. Finally time for some fun.

I let my fingers run on his naked body. Unable to move or see, he was now completely under my mercy. I walked around the swing, he could only feel my fingers, hear my high heels clacking on the floor and smell my perfume.

After confusing him for a moment, I bit his ear gently and whispered: “Now you are all mine, slut. Your body is there for me to use. For the next hour it will be no use for you to try to fight back or beg me to stop. So enjoy these last peaceful moments you have, because you are about to have the most intense experience of your life. Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.”

There he was; tied to a sex swing at his Mistress’ dungeon. His body was sweating. I could tell I had made him nervous. Perfect. With anxiety in his voice he asked: “What are you going to get, Mistress?”.

“Who? Me? I am not going to get anything.”, I amusedly answered him. “But you, my dear slut, you are going to get what you came here for. You are going to…”, now I brought my lips again very close to his ear and said slowly: “get fucked.”, and the I bursted into an evil laughter when I saw his every muscle get tense.

“Don’t worry, just lay back and relax”, I assured him, before I went to get my 9 inch strap-on.

First I just poked him with the head of the strap-on. Then I slammed his different body parts with it. So he could feel how heavy it was. I let the strap-on slide against his thigh, so he could feel its length. At this moment he realised how big it was. I went to the other side of the swing and grabbed his cheeks with force. Then I smacked his face with the strap-on a few times. Then a few times a bit harder to make him really feel it.

“Show me how you love to suck my cock.” I commanded him, and he didn’t need to be told twice. Like a hungry bitch he got down to it. He started to deep-throat the strap-on, but I thought maybe he needs a little assistance, so I grabbed his jaw with one hand and the back of his head with other, and started to really fuck his mouth.

I think at this moment he could really feel what was happening, and his fantasy had in fact become a reality, and I am a woman of my word, so I was not going to step back. I really pushed the strap-on deep down his throat, until I could see that he was really struggling to cope with the situation. I gave him false hope by slowing down, before continuing even with more force. He was whining. Lovely.

“Now, slut, I would advice you to suck my cock real good, because I am not going to use any lube. So it’s all up to you.”, I told him.

He started sucking harder, and drooling on my cock, making it shiny and wet with his spit.

“Open your mouth”, I commanded him. “And tongue out”.

I smacked his tongue a few times before sticking the cock down his throat for last few deep dips.

“I hope your ass is ready, because I sure as hell am.”, I told him, as I walked to the other end of the sex swing.

First I teased his ass a little. “Do you know what is going to happen now, slut?”

First he mumbled something, but I couldn’t really figure it out.

“Speak loud and clear to your Mistress. I like sluts, not whiny bitches!”

“You are going to fuck me, Mistress”, he finally got the words out of his mouth.

“Yes, YES, YES! Slut, say it again, louder! I want to hear you!”, I encouraged him and he obeyed.

“Actually, beg me to fuck you”, I told him as I was pushing the strap-on in.

“Please fuck me hard, Mistress”, he said as I pushed the strap-on in with one forceful, deep thrust.

His begging turned to a petrified scream. He couldn’t control himself and started to really test the strength of the swing. He was twitching almost out of control, as I kept pounding his ass. His screams started to signal that he was on his very limits. I went a bit further, until I thought I heard a hint of sobbing in his voice. This time he was begging me to stop. And I could really tell he really meant it.

I felt some compassion towards him, I had already let out some steam, and I had gone quite rough on him already, but my sadistic side was convincing me to go on. After all it was his fantasy. That’s why he had come here. It’s better to give 110% rather than 99%, right?

So that’s what I gave him. After a while, I eased a little and gave him some poppers, to make him more receptive for my big strap-on. And that he did. After giving him the poppers, I could really take him hard. I could tell it was still uncomfortable, but I could use more force as he was able to take the strap-on bettter. So I gave him 110… maybe 120%.

I fucked his brains out and by the time I was done, he was trembling in his bondage. For a moment he probably didn’t know what date it was, or what his name is. Every cell in his body signalled that this session had been very very intense. Just like he had wanted it. I am a woman of my word. What you fantasise, I can make come true. All you need to do, is make the appointment. So why not do it right now, slut?