Femdom Milf Neighbor

Johnny had just turned 19, he was still living at home with his parents and didn't have a job yet. He spent some time doing yard work around the neighborhood. One of his neighbors, Ms. Victoria was an older woman, he guessed she was in her 40's. One time he was working at her place and he was inside a window to her room. She was dressed in a latex dominatrix outfit and also wearing a giant strap-on cock, he had never seen anything like it before and he couldn't stop thinking about it. She had invited him back over to her house today, but she said she needed some help inside. He knocked on the door and she answered in the very same outfit he had seen the other day. Ms. Victoria saw the look on Johnny's face and she smiled. She then said "some inside and get on your knees bitch." Johnny obeyed instantly.

Johnny cursed the luck that made him stop by to help. Back in his parents’ home, he wanted no help, no structure, and no job. But now he’s got it bad for the older, latex-clad woman at the end of the block. Once he goes inside Ms. Victoria's house. His eyes dart around, drinking in the luxurious details, until Victoria shows up dressed in no ordinary outfit. A latex dress, shiny and slick, hugged her curves and left nothing to the imagination. She was sticking out a giant strap-on cock. It was red and massive, with shiny latex, veiny texture. Ms. Victoria’s boots clicked against the hardwood floor as she walked towards him. He sees that she has a riding crop tucked into her belt. "Hey, Johnny. Do you remember what you saw the other day? “The strap-on,” Johnny stammered. “Yes. I want you to put it to good use, you little shit.” Victoria grabs a fistful of Johnny's hair, forcing his head back to look at her. "I saw you watching me, pup. Now you’ll get to experience more. I think you need to learn the pleasures of serving a dominant woman. Did you come prepared for today?” Johnny obeys instantly, dropping to his knees. Victoria's eyes sparkle with dominance. She presses the riding crop under Johnny's chin. "Good boy. Now, suck my leather boot clean." Victoria holds out her latex-covered foot, the boot glistening under the light. Johnny leans in, his tongue tentatively flicking against the smooth latex. Victoria watches, her expression a mix of amusement and arrogance. Johnny begins to lick with more intensity, his tongue moving from the toe to the heel, savoring the slick, cool material. No longer interested in yielding just his tongue, Victoria takes the riding crop and smacks him lightly on the cheek. Johnny flinches, but she gives him a stern look, "Don't you dare stop. You'll learn to obey me or there will be serious consequences. As it is, you’ll have to kneel here and suck me off. Begin."

Victoria's boots pressed against Johnny's shoulders, forcing him back slightly. "Open wide, little bitch," she commanded, her voice a low, throaty purr. Johnny complied, his mouth stretching to accommodate the massive latex cock pressing against his lips. The scent of fresh latex filled his nostrils, a heady mix of rubber and something distinctly female. Victoria's hands gripped his head, her fingers tangling in his hair as she started to fuck his mouth. The latex was cool and firm against his tongue, the ridges and veins of the strap-on providing a textured, unforgiving surface. He gagged slightly as she pushed deeper, but Victoria didn't relent. "Take it all, you little slut," she growled, her hips moving in a steady, relentless rhythm. Johnny's eyes watered as he struggled to obey, his cheeks hollowing out as he sucked desperately. Victoria's grip tightened, her nails digging into his scalp. The riding crop dangled from her belt, a silent threat of more punishment if he didn't perform to her satisfaction. Saliva mixed with the latex, creating a slick, glistening path as Victoria withdrew and thrust back in. Johnny's moans were muffled, his body trembling with a mix of humiliation and arousal. Victoria's breasts heaved in her tight latex dress, the shiny material stretching taut over her ample curves. She looked down at him, her lips curled in a cruel smile. "That's it, you little cocksucker. Serve me."

Mistress Victoria touched her pussy and got her juices all over her fingers, she then rubbed it all over Johnny's face. "That is the closest you will ever get to my pussy, do your understand? Faggot?" Then she bent Johnny over a chair and bound his wrists to his ankles. As she lubed up her cock she told Johnny how much she enjoyed violating young 19 year old virgin's like Johnny, nothing made her feel sexier or more powerful. Then she told Johnny to beg her for her cock.

Victoria's fingers glistened with her wetness as she smeared it across Johnny's face, the scent of her arousal filling the air. "This is as close as you'll ever get to my pussy, you worthless faggot," she sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. Johnny's cheeks flushed with humiliation, but he didn't dare defy her. Victoria grabbed him by the arm, forcing him to his feet and bending him over the back of a nearby chair. She swiftly bound his wrists to his ankles with a pair of shiny latex restraints, leaving him completely at her mercy. Victoria stepped back, her eyes roaming over Johnny's exposed body. She licked her fingers clean, savoring the taste of her own pussy. "You know, I have a thing for young, tight virgins like you," she purred, her voice a low, seductive hum. "There's nothing quite like the sensation of popping that little cherry and claiming what's mine." She reached down, gripping the base of her massive strap-on. She coated it in a generous amount of lube, the clear gel glistening against the red latex. Johnny's breath hitched as he listened to her words, his body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. "Please," he begged, his voice muffled against the chair. "Please, Mistress, I'll do anything you want. Just... just fuck me." Victoria chuckled, a dark and cruel sound. "Oh, I intend to, little bitch," she said, running her fingers through his hair. "But first, you need to earn it. Beg for it. Beg for my cock like the pathetic little slut you are." Johnny's cheeks burned with shame, but he knew better than to disobey. "Please, Mistress," he whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please, I need your cock. I need you to fuck me. I'm your little bitch, Mistress. I'm your little fucktoy." Victoria's eyes flashed with lust and triumph. "That's more like it," she purred, circling him like a predator. "But you'll have to do better than that. Convince me, little bitch. Convince me that you deserve to be filled with my cock." Johnny's heart pounding in his chest, he took a deep breath and let out a desperate, pleading cry. "Please, Mistress, I need your cock so bad. I need you to stretch me, to fill me, to use me. I'm your little virgin slut, Mistress. I'm yours to claim, yours to fuck. Please, Mistress, please fuck me with your huge cock. I need it so bad." Johnny moaned as he felt the heavy latex latex cock head press up against his tight virgin hole. Victoria walked toward the door and grabbed the riding crop and placed it on the table, his eyes drawn to it. "Now, Johnny, we're going to play a game. Let's call it, 'Don't squirm. And if you so much as flinch when I take your ass, this crop is gonna leave a serious mark on your cheeks. Understood, you little shit?" Johnny groaned and nodded. The head of the latex cock pressed harder and Johnny tensed. Victoria slapped the crop against her hand, the sound loud in the room. "Johnny? Did you hear me? Do you know what happens if you misbehave? Tell me what happens if you misbehave, you little fucking bitch?"

Mistress Victoria rammed her cock into Johnny's virgin ass. He screamed in pain, and yet, deeper down he loved the feeling of having a beautiful latex wearing dominatrix fucking his ass. he looked up and saw his reflection in the mirror, he took a moment to appreciate the shiny latex Mistress was wearing, her elegant jewellery and perfect make-up. She looked so intimidating with that cigarette in her mouth. and he could tell from the look of satisfaction on her face, she was enjoying fucking his ass very much.

Victoria leaned forward, her latex-clad breasts pressing against Johnny's back, her hot breath on his ear. "That's a good little slut," she whispered, her voice a low, menacing purr. "Now, let's see how much of my cock you can take." She pulled back slightly, then rammed forward, her hips slamming against his ass. Johnny screamed again, the sound a mix of pain and pleasure as she impaled him deeper. She began to fuck him in earnest, her hips moving in a steady, brutal rhythm. The room filled with the sound of slapping flesh and Johnny's muffled moans. Victoria's eyes never left his reflection in the mirror. She watched as his face contorted with each thrust, a twisted mix of agony and ecstasy. She took a long drag from her cigarette, the tip glowing bright red. She exhaled, a plume of smoke curling around her face, adding to her intimidating aura. "Look at you," she sneered, her voice thick with lust. "A pathetic little virgin, begging for my cock. You love this, don't you? You love being my little fucktoy." She reached down, her hand wrapping around the base of her strap-on. She pulled out slightly, then thrust back in, even harder this time. Johnny's body jerked forward, his bound wrists straining against the restraints. Victoria chuckled, a dark, cruel sound. "That's it, little bitch. Take it. Take my cock like the good little slut you are." She increased her speed, her hips moving faster, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. She ground her hips against him, her latex-clad pussy pressing against his ass. "Fuck, you feel good, Johnny. So tight, so fucking tight." She reached up, her fingers tearing at her latex dress, exposing her breasts. She pinched her nipples, her head falling back with a moan. "Fuck, yes. That's it. Fuck me, Johnny. Fuck me with your tight little ass." She picked up the riding crop and slapped it hard against his ass. "You're doing well, but I'm going to give you a taste of this crop. You deserve it.

her pussy was dripping wet with arousal, she grabbed Johnny's cock and balls and whipped his ass with the crop as she violated his tight virgin asshole. she told Johnny how much of a sissy faggot he is and how she would rent his ass out when she was done. Finally she climaxed while fucking his ass and torturing his cock and balls

Victoria's breath hitched as she felt her pussy dripping, the latex beneath her rubbing deliciously against her swollen clit. She reached down, her gloved hand wrapping around Johnny's cock and balls, squeezing tightly. She whipped the riding crop across his ass, the leather snapping against his flesh, leaving a red welt. Johnny yelped, his body tensing as he was torn between the pain and the pleasure of her cock pounding into him. "You're such a pathetic little sissy, aren't you, Johnny?" Victoria purred, her voice dripping with disdain. "A worthless faggot who loves having his ass fucked by a real woman." She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "I should rent out this tight little ass of yours, let every man in town have a go. You'd love that, wouldn't you? Being passed around like the little slut you are." Johnny whimpered, his body shaking with each cruel word. Victoria's grip on his cock and balls tightened, her fingers digging into his flesh. She slapped the crop against his ass again, the sound echoing in the room. "Answer me, you little bitch. Would you like that? To be fucked by every man in town?" She rammed her cock into him harder, her hips slamming against his ass. Johnny's moans filled the room, a mix of pain and twisted pleasure. "Y-Yes, Mistress," he stammered, his voice hoarse. "I... I'd love that. I'd love to be your little rentboy, Mistress. To be fucked by anyone you choose." Victoria laughed, a cold and cruel sound. "That's what I thought, you little fucktoy." She increased her pace, her cock slamming into him with brutal force. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as she neared the edge. "Fuck, Johnny. You feel so good. So tight, so fucking tight." She reached down, her fingers wrapping around his cock again, stroking him in time with her thrusts. She pinched his balls, her nails digging into his flesh. Johnny screamed, his body convulsing as he was torn between the pleasure and the pain. Victoria's breath hitched, her body tensing as she finally reached her climax. "FUCK!" she screamed, her hips slamming against his ass one last time. She ground against him, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. She stroked his cock harder, her fingers squeezing his balls tightly. Johnny's body convulsed, his cock pulsing in her hand as he came undone, his own release tearing through him. Victoria leaned forward, her latex-clad breasts pressing against his back, her hot breath on his ear. "Good little slut," she purred, her voice a low, menacing hum. "You took my cock like a good little fucktoy. Maybe I'll keep you around for a while. Maybe I'll even let you suck my pussy clean after I'm done with you." She pulled out of him slowly, her cock glistening with a mix of lube and his blood. She slapped his ass one last time, the sound echoing in the room. "But for now, little bitch, you're done. Clean up this mess you made."

Johnny went to wipe up the mess but Mistress Victoria yelled at him to clean it up with his tongue and mouth, starting with her cock. As Johnny cleaned off his own ass juices from her cock, Mistress Told Johnny about how she was going to make him into a girl and make him wear girly clothes and make-up.

Johnny looked up, his eyes wide with a mix of humiliation and arousal. He hesitated for a moment before leaning forward, his tongue tentatively reaching out to lick the shaft of Victoria's strap-on. He could taste the tangy mix of lube and his own fluids, the taste bitter and shameful. He started to lick more eagerly, his tongue tracing the veins of the silicone cock, cleaning off every last trace of their encounter. Victoria watched him, a cruel smirk on her lips. "That's it, little bitch," she taunted. "Clean my cock like the good little slut you are. Make it shiny and new again." She leaned back, her latex-clad body glistening with sweat, her breasts heaving with each breath. She took a long drag from her cigarette, the tip glowing bright red. She exhaled, a plume of smoke curling around her face, adding to her intimidating aura. Johnny's tongue worked diligently, his mouth moving up and down the length of the strap-on. He could hear Victoria's ragged breaths, her pleasure evident in the way her body responded to his humiliating act. He felt a strange sense of satisfaction, knowing that he was pleasing her, even in this degrading way. Victoria's voice cut through the air, cold and commanding. "You know, Johnny, I've been thinking. It's time to make you into something more... presentable." She took another drag from her cigarette, her eyes never leaving his as he continued to clean her cock. "I'm going to turn you into a little girl. You'll wear girly clothes, girly makeup. Hell, maybe even a cute little dress and some heels. Would you like that, Johnny? To be my little fuckdoll, dressed up in lace and silk?" Johnny couldn't help but imagine it. His face turned even redder and he had a hard time focusing while he was spouting his mouth. Victoria chuckled, a dark and sinister sound. "I thought you might. And who knows? Maybe I'll even let you suck my pussy while you're all dolled up. Would you like that, Johnny? To be my little plaything, dressed up like a slutty little girl?" Johnny continued to lick and suck on the strap-on, his body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. He knew that Victoria was serious, and the thought of being transformed into her little fuckdoll both terrified and aroused him.

Mistress brought Johnny into the basement. He had never been here before, it was a fully equipped dungeon. Mistress went and sat on her throne, and made Johnny crawl to her. She told him he would be put in chastity, indefinitely. But made him worship he thigh high latex boots that she was wearing, as she lit another cigarette. As he worshiped she started kicking him in the balls, lightly at first, then harder. Mistress laughed at Johnny.

Victoria tapped her cigarette against the ashtray, the glowing ember flickering as ash fell away. She watched Johnny, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. "Do you like my boots, little bitch?" she asked, her voice laced with mockery. She kicked him a little harder. "Tell me how much you love them." Johnny hesitated, taking a shallow breath before speaking. "I... I love them, Mistress," Johnny stammered, his voice trembling. "They're so... so beautiful. So smooth and shiny." Victoria laughed, a cold and cruel sound. "That's right, you little faggot," she taunted, kicking him again, a little harder this time. "You love them because you're a worthless little sissy who loves anything that makes him feel like less of a man." She ground her heel into his balls, her boot pressing against his sensitive flesh. "Isn't that right, Johnny? You love being my little slave, don't you?" Johnny's breath hitched, tears stinging his eyes as pain shot through his body. "Y-Yes, Mistress," he gasped, his voice barely a whisper. "I love being your slave. I love your boots. I love everything about you." Victoria smirked, her eyes never leaving his face as she took a long drag from her cigarette. "Good boy," she purred, her voice a low, menacing hum. "Now, let's get you into your new home." She stood up, her boots glistening under the dim lighting of the dungeon. She walked over to a small, metal cage in the corner of the room, the door creaking open as she approached. Johnny's eyes widened as he saw the chastity device lying on the floor of the cage. He knew what was coming, and the thought sent a shiver down his spine. Victoria knelt down, her latex-clad body glistening with sweat, her breasts heaving with each breath. She grabbed Johnny by the hair, pulling him towards the cage. "Time to make you into a good little girl, Johnny," she taunted, her voice dripping with disdain. "And the first step is to make sure you can't use that pathetic little cock of yours." Johnny's breath hitched, his body tensing as he was forced into the cage, his new prison. Victoria grabbed the chastity device, her fingers wrapping around the cold metal. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "Time to lock you up, little bitch." As she locked it in place, she wrapped her fingers around his balls, squeezing them tightly. "And maybe if you're a good little girl, I'll let you out to play every now and then." She stood up, her boots clicking against the concrete floor as she walked back to her throne. "But for now, little bitch, you're mine. And you'll do as I say."

*1 week later* Johnny had given up who he used to be, all he was now, was Mistress Victoria's little bitch, her sissy faggot, her fuckdoll. Mistress came down to let him out of the cage, she had a contract with her. She told Johnny it would sign his life over to her forever. She told Johnny to beg her to let him sign it. He groveled and begged her to let him sign, she laughed and verbally humiliated him.

Johnny, cramped and stiff from a week in the chastity cage, shuffled forward on his knees. His eyes were downcast, his voice a pathetic whimper. "Please, Mistress, let me sign. Let me be yours forever. I want to serve you, to be your little fuckdoll, your sissy bitch. I need it." Victoria circled him like a predator, her latex-clad body rustling with each step. She tapped the contract against her thigh, her red-painted nails clicking against the paper. "And why should I let you sign, Johnny? You're just a pathetic little worm. Worthless. Good for nothing but sucking my cock and begging for more." Johnny's voice cracked, tears streaming down his face. "Because I'm yours, Mistress. Because I live for your pleasure. Because I want to be your little girl, your plaything. I want to wear the pretty clothes, the makeup, the heels. I want to be your slutty little bitch, forever." Victoria stopped in front of him, her boot pressing against his chest, pushing him back slightly. She leaned down, her breath hot on his face. "And what if I don't want a little girl, Johnny? What if I want a little boy, a pathetic little sissy who knows his place?" Johnny's breath hitched, his body trembling. "Then... then I'll be that for you, Mistress. I'll be your little sissy, your worthless little boy. I'll do anything you want, wear anything you want. Just please, Mistress, let me sign. Let me be yours forever." Victoria smirked, standing up straight. She handed him a pen, her eyes never leaving his face. "Very well, little bitch. Sign your life away. But remember, Johnny, this is forever. You're mine, body and soul. And I will do what I want with you, when I want." Johnny's hand shook as he took the pen, his eyes scanning the contract quickly before scrawling his signature at the bottom. As he handed the pen back to Victoria, he felt a strange sense of relief, mixed with a deep, aching fear. He was hers, completely and utterly. And he had no idea what that meant for his future. Victoria smiled wickedly, her eyes gleaming with triumph and lust. She tossed the contract to the side, her heels clicking as she walked away, leaving Johnny alone, shaking and alone. She grabbed a dress from the other side of the room, and threw it at Johnny. "Get dressed, little bitch. I want you to wear this dress, I want you to serve me as my sissy little slut. Now!".

Johnny got dressed in the latex sissy outfit Mistress had provided him, then he did his make-up as Mistress had shown him, he looked like a real femboy whore when he was done. Johnny came upstairs and saw Mistress sitting with the biggest black man Johnny had ever seen. Mistress was flirting with him as she looked at Johnny, devilish look in her eyes, and said "This is my friend Jamal, you are going to please him for me"

Johnny stood in the doorway, his heart pounding in his chest. The latex dress hugged his body, the cold material clinging to his skin, accentuating every curve. His makeup was flawless, a mask of innocence and temptation. He had done as Mistress commanded, transforming himself into the sissy slut she desired. His eyes flickered to the massive black man sitting next to Victoria. Jamal was a beast, muscles rippling under his tight shirt, a smirk playing on his lips as he appraised Johnny. Victoria's eyes gleamed with sadistic delight, her red lips curling into a wicked smile. "Come here, little bitch," she commanded, patting her lap. Johnny hesitated for a moment before shuffling forward, his high heels clicking against the polished floor. He stopped in front of her, his eyes downcast. She grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at Jamal. "This is Jamal, my dear. And you're going to make him very happy, aren't you, sissy?" Johnny's breath hitched, his body trembling. "Y-Yes, Mistress," he stammered, his voice barely a whisper. He looked at Jamal, taking in his sheer size, the bulk of his arms, the thickness of his thighs. He felt a surge of fear, but also a twisted excitement. Victoria laughed, a cold and cruel sound. "Good boy. Now, let's see if you can live up to your promises." Jamal stood up, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. He towered over Johnny, his presence dominating the room. He reached out, his large hand cupping Johnny's chin, his thumb brushing against his cheek. "You're a pretty little thing, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice a deep rumble. Johnny's breath hitched, his body pressing against Jamal's hand. Victoria watched, her eyes never leaving Johnny's face. She could see the mix of fear and arousal in his eyes, and it sent a thrill down her spine. She stood up, her latex-clad body rustling with the movement. She walked over to Jamal, her hips swaying seductively. She leaned into him, her hand snaking around his waist. "He's all yours, Jamal. Do with him as you please. Just remember, he's my little bitch. And he loves to please." She looked at Johnny, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Isn't that right, sissy?" Johnny's breath hitched, his body trembling. "Y-Yes, Mistress," he gasped, his voice barely a whisper. He took a step back, his eyes flickering between Victoria and Jamal. He knew what was coming, and the thought sent a shiver down his spine. But he also knew that he had no choice. He was theirs, body and soul. And he would do as they commanded.

Mistress watched as Jamal took out his 14 inch cock, it was so thick and veiny. She watched as he rammed it into Johnny's mouth and make him suck it. She lit smoked a cigarette and started to pleasure herself with her vibrator. All the time she was also verbally humiliating Johnny for being a faggot. such a huge faggot Johnny is, a total faggot for his Mistress.

Jamal unzipped his pants, his massive cock springing free, thick and veiny, pulsating with raw power. Johnny's eyes widened at the sight, his breath catching in his throat. "Open wide, little sissy," Jamal growled, fisting his cock and stepping closer. Johnny's mouth parted, and Jamal rammed his hips forward, his cockhead pushing past Johnny's lips, stretching his jaw wide. Johnny gagged slightly, his eyes watering as Jamal's cock filled his mouth, the taste of his pre-cum salty and musky. He could hear Mistress' heels clicking as she walked around him, the scent of her perfume filling his nostrils. Victoria took a long drag from her cigarette, the tip glowing red. She exhaled, a plume of smoke curling around Johnny's head. "Look at you, Johnny," she taunted, her voice laced with disdain. "Such a pathetic little faggot. You love this, don't you? Being used like a little slut. A total fucking whore for your Mistress." She trailed the hand not holding her cigarette down Johnny's back, her nails digging into the latex, leaving faint red marks. She walked around him, still verbally abusing him, all the time she could feel the vibrator buzzing, between her legs. She pushed it against her latex clad clit, straining the stiff latex to the limit. She could feel the vibrations against her clit. She smoked cigarette after cigarette, breathing the smoke down on the kneeling, cock-sucking slut in front of her. Johnny gagged as Jamal's cock hit the back of his throat. He could feel the vibrator buzzing, vibrations in the air, as Mistress was rubbing herself, the buzzing louder when she rubbed herself more vigorously. Victoria flicked her cigarette into an ashtray, the embers glowing brightly. She grabbed a handful of Johnny's hair, yanking his head back, forcing Jamal's cock to slide out of his mouth. "You like that, don't you, sissy?" she sneered, getting right in his face. "You love having this big black cock in your mouth. You love being my little fuckdoll. My little bitch." Johnny's mouth hung open, saliva dripping down his chin, mixing with the pre-cum. "Y-Yes, Mistress," he gasped, his voice hoarse. He looked up at Jamal, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and lust. "I love it, Mistress. I love being your little bitch. I love pleasing you." He took a deep breath, his chest heaving. "Please, Mistress, let me suck his cock. Let me please him. Let me be your good little sissy." He reached out, his hands shaking as he wrapped them around Jamal's thighs, his fingers digging into the thick muscles. "Please, Mistress. Please."

Jamal slapped Johnny in the face with his huge cock and Mistress laughed at him. Then Jamal flipped Johnny over and rammed his huge wet cock into Johnny's ass, no warm-up, just rammed his cock in. Mistress was getting even more aroused and close to climax herself, she continued to smoke and humiliate Johnny for being a faggot.

Jamal chuckled, a deep, throaty sound, as he slapped Johnny's face with his cock again, harder this time. The wet smack echoed through the room, and Victoria's laughter filled the air, harsh and mocking. "Look at you, Johnny," she spat, her eyes gleaming with cruelty. "You're pathetic. A fucking faggot, desperate for any cock you can get. You're nothing but a worthless slut." Johnny's cheeks burned, tears stinging his eyes. He kept his gaze down, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His body trembled, a mix of humiliation and arousal coursing through his veins. He could feel the latex dress sticking to his sweaty skin, the cold material a stark contrast to the heat building within him. Victoria inhaled deeply from her cigarette, the tip glowing brighter. She exhaled, blowing the smoke directly into Johnny's face, making him cough and sputter. "You want more, don't you, sissy?" she taunted, her voice dripping with disdain. "You want to be fucked like the little whore you are. You want to be filled up, stretched wide by this big black cock." Johnny's breath hitched, his body tensing as he felt Jamal's hands on his hips. "Yes, Mistress," he choked out, his voice barely a whisper. He braced himself, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the carpet. He felt Jamal's cock pressing against his ass, slick and insistent. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the inevitable pain. Jamal grunted, a low, animalistic sound, as he rammed his hips forward. His cock drove into Johnny's ass, stretching him wide, filling him completely. Johnny screamed, a high-pitched, desperate sound, as pain exploded in his body. He could feel every inch of Jamal's cock, the thick veins rubbing against his insides, the heat of his flesh burning into his own. Tears streamed down his face, mixing with the saliva and pre-cum still dripping from his chin. Victoria's eyes flashed with excitement, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. She could feel her own climax building, the vibrator buzzing insistently against her clit. She flicked her cigarette into the ashtray, the embers glowing brightly. "That's it, you pathetic little faggot," she hissed, her voice laced with malice. "Take it. Take every inch of that big black cock. Show me what a good little sissy you are. Show me how much you love being my fuckdoll." She reached down, her fingers digging into Johnny's scalp, yanking his head back, forcing him to look up at her. "Look at me, Johnny," she commanded, her voice a low growl. "Look at me while you get fucked. While you get used like the worthless little slut you are. Look at me, and tell me how much you love it."

Mistress shoved her pussy in Johnny's face, She called him a faggot over and over again and demanded that he make her cum. Johnny's pain and humiliation made her so aroused that she was on the edge of climax. She was relentless in her faggot humiliation of Johnny. She finally came as Johnny quivered around her pussy

Johnny stared up at Victoria, tears streaming down his face, mixing with the sweat and saliva. His eyes were wide with pain and humiliation, but he saw the raw lust in her gaze. She ground her pussy against his face, her latex-clad thighs pressing against his cheeks. "Lick it, you worthless faggot," she snarled, her voice dripping with contempt. "Make me cum, or I'll make you regret it." Johnny's tongue darted out, tentatively licking the slick flesh exposed through the slit in her latex crotch. He could taste her arousal, musky and intense, mixed with the faint rubbery taste of the latex. Victoria groaned, a deep, guttural sound, as she pressed harder against his face, her hips grinding in a brutal rhythm. "You're pathetic," she spat, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling sharply. "A fucking disgrace. You love this, don't you? Being used like a worthless toy. A fucking dirty slut." She bucked her hips, forcing his tongue deeper, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Johnny could feel Jamal's cock throbbing inside him, each thrust sending waves of pain and humiliation crashing through his body. He could hear the wet sounds of flesh against flesh, the slap of latex against skin, and the harsh, mocking laughter of his Mistress. He could feel the vibrations of her moans against his face, her body tensing as she neared her climax. Victoria's grip on his hair tightened, her nails digging into his scalp. "Cum, you pathetic little fuck," she snarled, her voice a hoarse whisper. "Cum for me, you worthless faggot. Show me how much you love being my little bitch." He could feel her body tensing, her breaths coming in sharp, desperate gasps. Her pussy pulsed against his mouth, her juices flooding his tongue. He could feel her climax building, her body shaking with the intensity of it. Victoria's body convulsed, a sharp cry escaping her lips as she came, her juices coating Johnny's face. She ground against him, riding out her orgasm, her body shaking with the force of it. As she finally pulled away, Johnny could feel her climax pulsing through her, her body quivering with release. He could feel her pussy clenching around his tongue, her juices flowing freely, coating his face and chin. He could feel the vibrations of her moans against his lips, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. He could feel the latex against his skin, cold and unyielding, a stark contrast to the heat of her body. He could feel the pain in his scalp, the pull of her fingers in his hair, the harsh, mocking laughter of his Mistress. He could feel the cock inside him, throbbing and insistent, the wet sounds of flesh against flesh echoing through the room. He could feel the tears streaming down his face, the saliva dripping from his chin, the sweat soaking his body. He could feel the humiliation, the pain, the raw, carnal lust. And he knew, in that moment, that he was truly hers. Her little bitch. Her worthless, pathetic, fucking faggot.

As Mistress was cumming all over Johnny's face, Victoria could hear Jamal yell out as he starting blowing his load and filling Johnny's ass with his seed. Victoria told Johnny about how he was going to be pregnant after this. She continued to humiliate him for being a faggot as Jamal pulled out of Johnny's ass and continued to cum all over Johnny's face.

As Victoria rode out the last waves of her orgasm, she heard Jamal's guttural roar. His hips slammed against Johnny's ass one last time before he pulled out, a thick rope of cum shooting onto Johnny's back. Victoria smirked, her breath still ragged as she looked down at the pathetic figure beneath her. "You're going to be pregnant after this, little slut," she taunted, her voice dripping with ridicule. "You're going to be fat and round, carrying Jamal's baby in your worthless body." She laughed, a harsh and mocking sound. "You're going to be a fucking joke, a walking advertisement for how pathetic you are." She reached down and grabbed another fistful of Johnny's hair, forcing him to meet her eyes. "Ride it out, you disgusting faggot," she sneered. "Feel every last drop of his cum filling you up, stretching you wide. Feel it dripping out of your ass, coating your thighs. You're a fucking mess, Johnny. A worthless, used-up little fucktoy." Jamal's cock twitched as he came again, his hot cum splattering across Johnny's face, mixing with Victoria's juices. Johnny's breath hitched, his body shaking with a mix of pain, humiliation, and a twisted sense of pleasure. He could feel the sticky, warm liquid dripping down his face and chest, the latex dress beneath him slick with sweat and cum. Jamal's cock pulsed and swayed, his breath coming in deep, satisfied grunts as he continued to spray Johnny's face with his seed. Victoria leaned back slightly, her hips still grinding against Johnny's face, forcing him to lick and suck at her clit as it throbbed with the aftershocks. Johnny's tears fell freely. His humiliation was complete.

Mistress then told Johnny that he would be soon returning to chastity, but before that she wants him to jerk his useless faggot cock for her. She commands Johnny to cum on her boots as she humiliates him. Johnny finally cums all over her shiny latex thigh high boots. Then she makes the faggot Johnny lick it all up.

Johnny stares up at Victoria, his face a mess of tears, spit, and cum. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body trembling with a mixture of pain, humiliation, and the lingering throbs of pleasure. Victoria's voice cuts through the air, sharp and commanding. "You think you've earned a break, you worthless faggot?" She laughs, a harsh and mocking sound. "Think again. You're going back in that chastity cage, but not before you give me one last show." She steps back, her latex-clad thighs glistening with a mix of sweat and Johnny's tears. Her boots, shiny and black, reflect the harsh light of the room. "Jerk that useless cock, Johnny," she commands, her voice dripping with contempt. "I want to see you cum all over these boots. Make it good, or I'll make you regret it." Johnny's hand trembles as he reaches down, his fingers wrapping around his cock. It's a pathetic sight, half-hard and glistening with a mix of lube and Jamal's cum. He starts to stroke, his movements jerky and awkward. Victoria watches, her eyes narrowing with cruel amusement. "What's wrong, little slut?" she taunts, her voice a low growl. "Can't get it up? Maybe you need a little more motivation." She reaches down and grabs a handful of Johnny's hair, yanking his head back. "Cum, you pathetic fuck," she snarls. "Cum for me, or I'll make you regret it." Johnny's breath hitches, his body shaking with the effort. He can feel the humiliation burning through him, the crude sound of his skin slapping against his fingertips. His cock starts to harden, the sensation a twisted mix of pleasure and pain. He can feel the cum dripping from his ass, the sticky warmth coating his thighs. He can hear the harsh, mocking laughter of his Mistress, the cruel words slicing through the air. His cock starts to throb, the sensation building in his balls. He can feel the orgasm approaching, a wave of sheer humiliation and twisted pleasure. He can see Victoria's boots, shiny and black, reflecting the harsh light of the room. He can see the cruel smirk on her face, the lust in her eyes. And he knows, in that moment, that he is truly hers. Her little bitch. Her worthless, pathetic, fucking faggot. With a final, desperate stroke, Johnny cums, his body convulsing as his seed sprays across Victoria's boots. He can feel the warmth of his cum, the sticky wetness coating his fingers. He can hear Victoria's laughter, harsh and mocking, as she looks down at the mess he's made. "Good boy," she taunts, her voice dripping with ridicule. "Now, lick it up. Every last drop. Show me how much you love being my little bitch."

while Johnny was licking his own cum off his Mistress' boots, Jamal was paying Mistress Victoria for his time with Johnny's ass and throat. Jamal slapped Johnny once more with his cock, then got dressed and left. Mistress told Johnny she was happy with her little faggot and that this was the first cock of many he would take for her.

Johnny's tongue darted out, tentatively at first, tasting the bitter-salty mix of his own cum on Victoria's boots. He started at the tip, licking up the thickest part of the mess he'd made, his eyes watering from the acrid taste. Victoria watched, her lips curled in a satisfied smirk. "That's it, little bitch," she cooed, running her fingers through his hair. "Clean up your mess. Show me how much you enjoy it." Jamal, now dressed, stood by the door, counting out a thick stack of bills onto the table by the door. Victoria never took her eyes off Johnny, but she spoke to Jamal, her voice smooth and commanding. "You're satisfied with the service, I presume?" she asked, her fingers pressing down on Johnny's head, forcing him to lick faster. "I wouldn't expect anything less from you, Victoria," Jamal replied, his voice a low rumble. He finished counting the money, then looked down at Johnny, a cruel smile playing on his lips. He stepped forward, his cock already starting to harden again. He slapped Johnny once more with his cock, the sound echoing in the room. Johnny flinched, but continued licking, his body trembling. "Maybe next time, I'll make him suck me off in public," Jamal suggested, his eyes gleaming with malice. Victoria laughed, a low, throaty sound. "Whatever you like, Jamal. He's your little fucktoy for the day." Jamal chuckled, buttoning up his shirt. "I'll be in touch," he said, giving Victoria a mock salute before leaving the room, the door clicking shut behind him. Victoria looked down at Johnny, her expression softening slightly. "You did well, my little faggot," she praised, her voice gentler. "I'm proud of you. That was the first cock of many you'll take for me. Many more will use you, fill you, break you. And you'll love every second of it, won't you?" Johnny looked up at her, his eyes wet with tears. "Yes, Mistress," he whimpered, his voice hoarse. She smiled, running her fingers down his cheek. "Good boy," she purred. "Now, finish cleaning up. Then, it's back in the cage for you. You've earned a nice, long rest."