you dream of being this close to Me, don’t you? Attached to My divine arse. I can feel his breath against Me, warm and desperate, as I press Myself down onto his face. The way he shudders with arousal, powerless to do anything but inhale My scent, fuels My own desire. When I am this aroused, there is only one kind of sex a chattel like him deserves: a hard, merciless arse fucking. From My arse to his, exactly where My cock belongs.

Before I give him the privilege of being used, I want him to prove how much he craves it. he will worship My cock with his mouth, though we both know it will never be enough. Weeks of chastity have left his pathetic little dicklet dripping with desperation, and having My arse above his face only makes his frustration grow. But there is no relief for him: not now, not ever. That chastity cage stays locked tight. I will be the one in control, the one giving and taking pleasure. he, on the other hand, will only feel what I allow him to feel: the searing stretch of My cock claiming his arse.

I position him just how I like, bent over, arse raised, open and vulnerable. There will be no tenderness, no preparation beyond a quick touch of lube. My cock slides into him, filling him completely, making him take all of Me. his muffled cries of discomfort echo in the room, but I don’t stop. I never do.

his protests dissolve into moans as his body betrays him, the pain transforming into desperate arousal. With every thrust, I claim him deeper, harder, until he’s nothing more than an object of My pleasure. This is his purpose: to take Me, to serve Me, to exist entirely for My satisfaction. And as I fuck him, I remind him that he belongs to Me, body, mind, and soul.

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