You wake up tied to the bed, naked, your mistress’s voice whispering in your ear.
“You’ve gotten yourself into rather a predicament… haven’t you? Though we both know as soon as you wake up you’ll be ready and willing for me, like the good little slut you are.”
She chuckles as you squirm against the restraints, but you’re only doing it because you know she likes it. You’re exactly where you want to be.
“I’m going to use you. I’m going to ride your hard little cock until you cum and you are going to love every. Single. Second.”
She caresses you, running her hands down your body until she squeezes your cock. You thrust into her, already hard. Exactly as she predicted.
“You’re going to whimper under me, and I’m not going to know whether you’re begging for mercy or for more. But that’s how you like it, isn’t it, whore?”
She climbs on top of you, straddling your hips.
“You’re all mine. And I’m going to breed you to prove it. You’ll be my personal little babymaker. I’m going to fuck you every day until I’m pregnant. And you’re going to stay right there until that day.”
She slips you inside her with a groan, opens her eyes again and smiles.
“… I might even loan you out. If you’re good.”
She moves her hips rhythmically, then starts to tease you by sliding out until you’re just outside her… and then thrusting back down onto you, hard and fast.
Gradually she grows bored of this and fucks you properly, though still slowly, even though you’re straining against the rope and begging for more. You can’t help but watch her tits bounce as she fucks you
She grabs your face hard, forcing you to look up at her again, and growls “You’re mine.”
Then she starts to fuck you properly.
Hard and relentless, as brutal as she can make it, until even you can’t tell what you’re begging her for. It’s all one garbled mess as she uses you until you can barely think… and then keeps going.
You can feel that you’re close; you tell her so.
Abruptly she stops, and loosens the rope around your waist so you can move. You still in surprise.
“Go on then.” She says impatiently. “I shouldn’t be doing all the work.”
“Good boy,” she murmurs against your chest, almost tenderly cupping your cheek and stroking it.
When she’s recovered, she loosens your bonds a little before she leaves, so you’ll be comfortable. You turn your head to watch her leave, seeing that some of your cum is already leaking from her pussy.
“Remember to be ready for me tomorrow, there’s a good boy,” she calls to you as she leaves the room.