I slap his cheeks, leaving bright red prints that make his lips tremble sissy humiliation training starts now. “Open wide, toilet.” I shove two fingers past his gagging lips, feeling his tongue sputter as I pump them in and out, mixing my spit with the drool dripping from his chin. “Suck it clean, you cum‑guzzling whore.” He obeys, cheeks hollowing, eyes rolling back as he gags on my fingers, his useless clit throbbing against the tight pink cage.
I yank my hand free, leaving a glistening strand of saliva stretching from his mouth to my knuckles. “Time for the main course.” I flip him onto his back, legs spread wide, his hole already gaping from the earlier abuse. I spit a thick glob directly onto his pucker, watching it sink in before I slam my strap‑on home dry, balls deep. His scream tears from his throat, raw and broken, as I begin to pound—fast, brutal, relentless—each thrust driving the air from his lungs in wet, choking gasps.
“Feel that plastic cock stretching your worthless ass?” I growl, leaning over him, my tits swinging inches from his face. “You’re nothing but a fucking urinal with a hole that loves to be filled.” I slap his thigh hard enough to bruise, then grab his hair, forcing his gaze to the filthy floor beneath us. “Lick it up, slut. Every drop of spit, piss, and precum you’ve been leaking.”
Good Fucking sissy bitch
His tongue darts out, lapping at the viscous mixture, shuddering as he swallows his own shame. I grind harder, feeling his walls clench around me, his cock jumping uselessly in its cage. “You love this, don’t you? You love being treated like a piece of fucking meat.” I bite his nipple, leaving a crescent mark, and whisper, “Say it. Beg for more.”
His voice is a wrecked whimper: “Please, Mistress… fuck me harder… use me…”
Final Fuck
I grin, slamming in one last time, grinding as I flood his ass with hot spurts, holding him pinned as he chokes on another denied orgasm, his body trembling, his soaked panties darkening further with fresh leaks. I pull out, wipe my cock on his tongue, and stand. “Clean the floor. Then thank me for not making you eat the shit off my boot.” He scrambles, tongue dragging across the grime, moaning degraded bliss as I watch my human mop do exactly what I told him to.
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