A punishment with a strapon blowjob he won’t forget.
A strapon blowjob was just the thing my bratty boyfriend needed. He loves to push his luck and play games. Lately, he’d been sassing me so much. It was time to make him pay for it. I ran through all the possible ideas I could use to wrap him around my finger. First things first, as soon as I got home, I donned the sexiest outfit I could find. I wore a little black babydoll top and some lacy black panties to match. The panties scrunched up between the cheeks like a thong and left little to the imagination, but just enough. I paired it with a set of black, open peep-toe, red-bottom stiletto heels. And then, I wore my hair down.
To summarize, I was looking like a cherry bomb in all-black lace. I knew he’d love it. But when he got home and thought I was giving him a treat, he finally came to the realization of what it was: a strap-on punishment. And honestly, he knew he deserved it too. He was no stranger to fetish phone sex and all the things I’d made him do and talk about late-night. Sometimes, he’d get so into it that I could hear him sucking on his fingers like he was giving a strapon blowjob.
But now, he did it in person.
It was time to man up and take the punishment in person, and not just talk about it. I made him kneel down at the edge of the bed. He obliged willingly, a pleading look in his eyes. As I scooped up the toy, he quivered in excitement. He wanted to give me a strapon blowjob. But curiosity filled his eyes. I knew he was wondering: would I make him fuck it after? Well… I hadn’t decided yet. First came the blowjob, then came the rest. I secured the big toy to myself with its harness. His lips graced the head, and I rubbed it against him.
Soon, he went all in. He slid the toy’s length down into his mouth, little by little. He gave me a strapon blowjob like a little pornstar whore. His throat stretched eagerly around the girth. He’d yearned for something like this for so long. Finally, I put his attitude in check. He couldn’t run his mouth while I grabbed his hair and tugged him further down on it. His throat clenched, and he squirmed, but he loved it. He loved being forced to suck cock, especially mine. He moaned into the toy and greedily grabbed for more.
I made him my bitch.
A strapon blowjob was just the beginning, and he knew it. Once it was all juicy and wet, I had him slip it out of his mouth. He eagerly turned around, arching his back to show his ass in the air for me. I dropped my hand swiftly, delivering a harsh slap to his ass that sent him flinching. He moaned anyways, craving a little pain with his dessert. Then, I ordered him to spread his cheeks, though he’d done so already. He tugged them out farther apart, and I finally came closer. One little dollop of lube was all it took, and I pumped the head of that cock straight into him.
His strapon blowjob skills were on point. But I wasn’t so sure about his anal training. He needed a little relearning to get back up to how much of a cock whore he used to be. With his cheeks spread open, I pounded him mercilessly. Then, I leaned up and had him pull out another little bag I’d left by the pillows. As he undid the bag and ribbons, a look of fear and excitement washed over his face. It was another toy, but this time built into a ball gag. The ‘ball’ side was just a little longer and built like a dick.
He did as I told him to.
With one swift spank, he put the dick-gag on and moaned into it. Now, he’d sucked and fucked a strap-on, and there he was, with a mouthful of cock all over again. What a greedy little slutt.
