Hello again, my favorite little bitch boy. Oh, you didn’t think I’d forget you, did you? How could I? I think about you all the time and, of course, all the naughty things I can do to you. There are so many fantastic, dirty, taboo acts I could choose to subject you to, but today I’ve decided to peg you. Did that ruin the surprise? I sure as fuck hope not, because I’m going to do it anway. So, ready your cute little asshole, because I’m about to fill it with my big fake cock.

I sit on the edge of my bed, smoothing the laces of my knee-high leather boots. They look fantastic, though they could use a bit of cleaning, which I know you’re more than happy to do for me. Mentally, I make a note of the cleaning that needs to be done. Mmm. My favorite little bitch is in for such a treat, and my lips lift into a sinister little smile just thinking about it as I continue to check out my outfit. 

I’ve managed to cinch my underbust corset myself, using a door handle to make the laces nice and tight. My luscious tits hang just slightly over the top, bare and exposed; their nipples harden as I adjust myself. A little bit of stimulation and they get hard as little rocks. I both love it and hate it at the same time, but right now it’s definitely in the love category. Their hard texture, coming to little points, makes me feel powerful and beautiful. 

My fingers find themselves giving my nipples a quick pinch to make them stand out even more above the underbust corset. I stand so that I may make sure my fishnets are perfectly in place over my long, slender, legs. Of course they are; I wouldn’t want them any other way. Smiling at my reflection in my full length mirror, I admire myself for a moment, turning this way and that. After a moment of looking over my outfit, I reach into a drawer to find a hair tie to secure my dark tresses atop my head in a high ponytail.

I feel like Miss Rhiannon again. A Goddess, a Domme. She is perfection and I am her, waiting for my little bitch boy to ring my doorbell and be welcomed into my home. While I’m finishing up, I hear the doorbell ring. Mmmm. It has to be you, my favorite little bitch boy, but I try my best to contain my excitement before making my way to the front door. 

Once I arrive at the door, your eyes are as wide as saucers seeing me in my current state. “Take it all in, my little bitch,” I tell you as I back away from the door and motion for you to enter. “Now that you’ve gotten a delicious eyefull, I’ll need you to strip.” You comply immediately, of course, and then neatly fold your clothes and set them in a little pile. 

“On your knees,” I purr, watching you fall to your knees, kneeling before me. “Do you see your Goddess’ boots? They are such a mess, and your tongue is so clean. Why don’t you be a good little bitch boy for me and make them shine?” Obediently, you lean forward, putting your weight onto the palms of your hands, and extend your tongue. Before it can make contact with my leather boots, my fingers catch the tip of your tongue between their tips. “Good boy,” I tell you.

My fingers release their hold on your tongue, though you keep it extended. “You may begin,” I tell you and watch your tongue lovingly snake across the shiny black leather. Your rough hands grasp my boot as you rub your cheek against it, showing me your affection and shining them at the same time. You ask me if you may spit on the boots and use your arm to buff them to a polished finish, and I allow you to do so. 

Watching you be such a good boy for me makes my pussy so wet. It makes my skin tingle, too. I’m so proud of my good little bitch, and when I look down I can see my reflection shine back at me from the tops of my boots. You did an excellent job, and I reach downward with my hand, stroking the top of your head. “Good little bitch,” I tell you. “Do you think you’ve earned your reward?” I ask, cupping your chin in my hand and looking down at you.

 “If you think you have, get on your hands and knees, then wait for me to return.” My fingertips release your chin, and I turn to fetch your reward from my bedroom. Once in my room, I dig through my good ol’ trunk of toys until I find the harness and large black dildo. Within a few moments, the harness is in place about my hips, and I’m sliding the flat back of the strap-on into its nook. Standing straight before my mirror, I admire myself again. Mmm. I love how powerful this huge fake cock makes me feel, and I love how weak it makes you - both literally and figuratively. 

After admiring myself, I make my way back into my living room, where you are so patiently waiting. Your eyes look upward to meet my own, catching a glimpse of the big fat strap-on on their way up. Smiling, I watch you hungrily lick your lips. Ooooh. My little bitch must know what’s going to happen and loves the thought of it. “On your hands and knees, bitch,” I spit, getting onto my own knees behind you. “You’re gonna take this thick fake cock dry in that ass of yours, and you’ll fucking love it.”

I watch your body quiver, though I cannot tell if it’s because you’re excited about having your ass pumped full of cock, or if you’re nervous about it being dry. Either way, I couldn’t care less. The dry head of the strap-on lands above your ass crack as I grip the base with my right hand. Laughing slightly, I drag the strap between your ass cheeks and then keep the head right over that little puckered hole before forcing it open with the dildo. I watch your asshole open wider and wider as the strap-on stretches it out. Feeling rather kind, I sigh and spit a big wad of my saliva onto your asshole. “You’ll thank me for that later,” I coo, as the large fake cock penetrates you even more.

Your whines are exquisite! Giggling, I watch as your toes and fingers curl, trying to dig into the floor, but you’re such a good boy and you don’t call out until my pelvis is flush with your ass cheeks and the cock is deeply inside of you. Fuck yes. Take that massive cock in that loose and used asshole of yours. My left hand reaches around to your face, the tip of my finger hooking around the side of your open mouth and I pull, hard. Mmm. Look at you wriggle like a little hooked fish. Shhh. Shhh. 

I begin to pound your ass again, harder, with deep strokes. Your moans and whines are so loud, but they only encourage me to fuck you harder and deeper. My hand makes its way from your mouth to your hair, tugging hard as your open mouth moans again and that little cock between your leg twitches and ejaculates a nice rope of thick, white, cum onto my floor. 

Mmmm. “Such a good little bitch,” I say as I pull my cock out of you and allow you to lie in your own cummy mess. 

Rhiannon

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