Crossed

Crossed by Sketcher

I struggle to move, bound to a cross in a dungeon room. The man in front of me had been my target...I was intent on seducing and making him my bitch, binding him and leashing his big cock for my use. Just like all the other men I had conquered.

He stuffs a ball-gag into my mouth and calls me a "stupid cunt", fuck how did I underestimate this man? He seemed so...unassuming...weak, even.

I protest,but all I can do is squirm on the cross, muffled grunts into the ball-gag as my nude body writhes helplessly.

"You've been demoted", he tells me, voice now very stern and powerful, as he attaches straps around my hips and waist and thighs...they intersect and hold a pouch at the crotch, its there where he attaches the vibrators, three of them, and switches them on.

Ooooh fuck...no...I do this to THEM, not the other way...oooh god my cunt...pleeease...I'm dripping and drooling from mouth and cunt as he turns up the vibes, then attaches suction cups to my erect nipples...dear lord...I must keep control,,,I must....oooohhh fuuuck...

Oh my...that thing...its huge...he's...he's shoving it in...stuffing me...huge dildo...he...he attaches it to a pedestal and...it rotates in my cunt...unnngh...

I need to cuummm...oh god he won't let me cum...He takes my lip stick and writes SLAVE CUNT on my tits and tummy, as I drool and squelch for him...I'm no longer a Mistress...I'm a Slave Cunt...please...please fuck me, Master....