His partner begins to moan, I grin, grabbing his leash, and I lead him to the swing.
“Strip and lie down.”
“Please, Mistress, I'll behave,” he begs, and I smirk while running my nail against his neck.
“You will do as I order,” I bark, and his eyes roll into the back of his head. He strips off his boxers and lies down on the swing.
This one isn't meant for his pleasure, but to prevent him from coming.
I walk over to the wall and grab some supplies.
“Come here,” I order his partner, and she rushes over to us.
I hand her the leather panties with the strap-on attached, a tiny silver bullet for her pleasure and lube.
“Tonight, I am going to guide you,” I tell her, and she smiles wide.
I return to my client and hook the back of his collar to the wrist bondages. He holds his arms out for me to restrain them behind his lower back.
Once his partner is prepped, I teach her how to get him ready and certain hip motions to bring him maximum pleasure.
I guide her to stand in front of him, and he licks his lips. One of his deepest fantasies is to be fucked hard and deep by a man, but he won't do it.
So instead his partner shoves her latex cock into his mouth, gagging him. “Do you like that?”
He mumbles around the girth, trying to nod.
“Enough!” I command, and she stops. They both look at me for permission, and I nod.
She moves behind him and gently guides the tip of her silicone cock to his hole, pressing in.
He groans loudly as she starts with shallow thrusts, picking up the pace.
He soon begs. He won't come with the swing preventing any hip motion to grind his dick against the straps.
Her moans become louder as he grunts, begging and pleading for me to allow him to please come.
I look at her, and she nods. “You may take him to the bed.”
She grabs his restraint, pulls him to his trembling legs, then leads him to the bed and bends him over the edge.
“When you are done, you may release him and enjoy the shower.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” they both say, and I leave them to their night.
Exiting the room, I spot Rock. He's propped against the wall, scrolling on his phone.
“Hey,” he says before moving over to me and giving me a seriously hot kiss.
I don't get any pleasure from my clients, but this man has my thong drenched in seconds.
“Wow,” I mutter against his lips, placing my hands on his chest.
He laughs and leans down for another kiss, but I have a better idea.
Taking his hand, l pull him back to my office, shut and lock the door, then push him onto the couch.
“We don't have long, but I need you.”
