While not one of my true strapon slave stories, this is one of my fantasies. 

I often start with his scenario when I find a strapon slave, and then we make our own strapon slave stories as we progress.

I’ve been in a mood lately. I’ve been waiting for my strapon slave, so I can play with him. You all know about my many femdom fetish stories and fantasies, and this fantasy is in line with that. 

A pillow prince who wants me to push my rubber cock deep in his ass is not what I’m talking about. I’m looking for a bitch that I can tie up to a whipping block and just go to town on. My idea bitch will let me own him; let me whip his back all shades of red and white and tug on his collar when I want to move to something else.

Slaves exist to be teased and used. Their balls and cocks in a harness as I keep them from coming. I’m not fucking a bitch with a strapon for his pleasure. All that action is for me. The foreplay, therefore, is for me, too. Any grinding in his lap, any teasing him out of his clothes, tweaking his nipples- all of that is for me as well.

What I want

Currently, I want my strap on slave on a St. Andrew’s cross. His legs are spread apart with a spreader, and his cock and balls are in a board, moved back against his legs. For the start of this session, I plan to use a flogger, but we’ll move into whips or paddles if I really need to.

The flogger leaves such a nice, red impression on his skin. Rectangular marks form on his back and occasionally, his ass, while his balls just grow a darker shade of red. I step up behind him, twisting those nipple clamps, making sure his ass can feel my silicone dick as I pet him. My hand travels up his back to his hair, making a fist. “Louder while I use you, bitch.”

My slave knows he’s my stress relief for tonight. He cries louder while I change from my leather flogger into my cat-o-nine tail whip, smacking his back. His skin looks so red and inflamed, and after a while I put my whip down, watching as he trembles and shudders, waiting for another hit that hasn’t come.

I slam my whip over his balls. He screams.

Finally Fucking

I undo the torture device around his balls, but immediately I stuff him into a chastity device- one with “teeth” around the inside. My slave whimpers, but as I tug harshly on his pathetic, hard cock, he corrects himself. “Thank you, mistress.”

“That’s a good bitch.” I let his cock go. He gasps and squirms as the teeth of the cage catch his skin. I don’t care if it hurts him; I’m not here to be nice. He exists for me.

I pull apart his asscheeks and slam my big, thick dildo inside him. It’s easy to feel how turned on he is, given how he shudders each time I thrust my hips, and my cock plows against his prostate. “You’re going to be a good little strapon slave for me? Be one of my good strapon slave stories to share with my friends? Let everybody know how I fucked your ass and how you gasped and begged to be mine?”

My slave just shudders and comes on my dick, through the pain of his chastity device, orgasm ruined.

I love it.

 

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