He pounded into you in one violent thrust, filling you to the hilt, making you cry out as pain and pleasure mingled in one burning sensation.
"Fuck!" you gasped. "Fuck, like that!"
Choso moaned as his hands gripped your hips with a force that would have bruised you. His hot breath was on your neck as he began to move, pounding into you, each thrust so deep you felt his cock grazing your cervix, sending waves of pleasure up your spine.
"Holy shiit, you're so beautiful, jeeees!" he panted, his hips slamming into your ass with an increasingly frantic rhythm. "You're absolutely perfect, Mistress."
You laughed as you pushed back against him, feeling his cock slide even deeper inside you.
He moaned, gripping your hips.
The rhythm became wilder, your bodies slamming hard against each other, your moans mingling with the heavy air in the room.
You felt your orgasm building inside you, ever-increasing waves threatening to overwhelm you.
"Now you can cum, little dog. Fill me up. Now."
Choso screamed, his body tensing against yours as he thrust in one last time, so deep that you felt his cum flooding your womb, hot and thick, and it had also started to drip down your thighs as he continued to cum, filling you, his moans mingling with yours and your bodies trembling in unison.
Then finally, he collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily and sweat pouring down his back. You smiled, closing your eyes and enjoying the weight of him on you, the sense of possession coursing through your veins.
Yes.
This was power.
***
Choso's body was still shaking from the orgasm, his thighs clenched, his cock hard and slick with cum throbbing painfully against the rough fabric of his pants. You watched him from above, and you noticed that his lips were still swollen from the bites you had inflicted on him, while your fingers played absentmindedly with the black leather collar you had forced him to wear around his neck. The silence in your apartment was broken only by his labored breathing and the insistent buzzing of your phone, that screen lit up with Nanami's name flashing for the umpteenth time in hours now.
"You like it, don't you?" you whispered, tilting your head as your nails grazed the buckle of the collar you'd made him wear, making him jump. "You like being my toy. My obedient little dog."
He nodded, his throat dry, the words stuck in his mouth before he could spit them out.
"More…than anything."
His voice came out cracked, filled with need. "I want to be yours. Only yours."
You laughed, making a sound as cold and sharp as glass.
"You're already mine, aren't you? I bought you. I trained you, and I'll have to keep doing it."
Your fingers trailed down his back, tracing his spine through the silk of his shirt. Too tight for his muscular body.
"But you want more, don't you? You want me to treat you like the dog you are."
Choso closed his eyes, his lips parting in a silent moan. "Yes."
"Then tell me," you leaned in, your face inches from his, your black eyes burning with cruel amusement. "Tell me exactly what you want. With the right words."
He swallowed, tasting the perfect amount of his own humiliation.
"I want…to be your slave. For one night."
The words came out in fits and starts, as if each syllable cost him a piece of his dignity.
"Do anything to me. Humiliate me. Use me. And I…will give you everything. Money, gifts, anything you want. Just let me be with you."
You straightened your back, crossing your arms under your breasts, your tight tank top exposing your hard nipples.
"One night?" you repeated, as if relishing the idea. "And then?"
"Then…" Choso hesitated, his hands clenching into fists on his thighs. "Then we'll see. But tonight…tonight I'm yours. Completely."
The phone vibrated again, and Nanami appeared on the screen again, hours afterward. You turned it off without looking, your eyes still fixed on Choso, who was writhing under your gaze, his body tense and torn between shame and desire.
"Okay," you finally said, with a smile that barely reached your eyes. "But on one condition."
He looked up hopefully.
"You'll do exactly as I say."
You approached the small closet in the corner, where you kept the toys you used with the other Sugar Daddies. You pulled out a pair of black latex gloves, a thin leather whip, and a pair of stilettos you'd never worn. "And you won't complain. No matter how humiliating it is."
Choso nodded, his breath catching in his throat each time. "Anything, Mistress."
You then began with the dress.
You forced him to undress completely, leaving him naked before you, his body pale and muscular, trembling under the dim light of the lamp. Every movement was torture: Choso's fingers trembled as they undid the apron, the fabric rubbing against his aching erection, the rich sound of the latex peeling off his sweaty skin made you wet.
"Put it on," you ordered, tossing him the maid's dress, a black lace and cheap silk garment, too short for his long legs, too tight for his huge shoulders. "And do it quickly. I don't have all night."
Choso obeyed, his hands shaking as he slipped on the dress, feeling the fabric scrape against his already hard nipples, the skirt rising just above his thighs, exposing his hard, throbbing cock, still wet, still desperate. When he bent down to fasten the anklets, you laughed, a strange, mischievous sound.
"Pathetic," you commented, circling him like a predator sizing up its prey. "Look how good it looks on you. Like a cheap whore."
Choso lowered his gaze, his cheeks burning. "Thank you, Mistress."
"Don't call me that," you slapped him lightly across the face, hard enough to make him dizzy. "You're my dog. And dogs don't talk unless you tell them to."
He nodded, his lips pressed together, his gaze downcast as he bit his lower lip.
"Now," you continued, slowly sitting down on the futon, legs crossed. "Bring me dinner."
Choso hesitated only a second. "I already looked, but…there's no food in the house."
"Then order it." You pulled your phone from your pocket and threw it at him. "And you pay. With your own money."
He picked up the device, his fingers still shaking. He opened the food delivery app. "W-what do you want to eat?"
"Something expensive." You leaned forward, enjoying the spectacle of his body contorting into that parody of femininity. "Sushi. The most expensive one there is. And champagne. Dom Pérignon, 2012."
Choso swallowed, typing with clumsy fingers. "Sure, whatever you want."
"You have the money, right?" You licked your lips, your eyes glinting with mischief. "Or would you prefer me to kick your ass out of here without even letting you lick my feet?"
The order was confirmed in less than thirty seconds.
While you waited, you delighted in humiliating him further.
You made him kneel before you, his hands behind his back, his forehead pressed against the cold linoleum floor. "Clean it," you ordered, pointing to a dish in the sink, dirty for days, near the door. "With your tongue."
Choso obeyed without hesitation, his back arched, his skirt riding up even further, exposing his pale ass and clenched balls. You watched him with your legs spread, your fingers slowly running up and down the slit of your jeans, grazing your already swollen clit beneath the fabric.
"Deeper," you commanded, when he hesitated over a particularly stubborn stain. "I want to feel you. I want to feel your tongue scratching."
He moaned, saliva dripping onto the tiles, his lips moving in circles, shame burning his cheeks. You laughed again, then kicked him lightly in the side. "Faster. Or I swear to God I'll make you lick the toilet."
Choso obeyed, his body shaking with shivers, his cock dripping onto the floor along with his saliva.
"Good job, little dog," you murmured, leaning down to grab his hair, forcing him to look up at you. "See? You can do something useful."
He was panting, his eyes shining, his lips wet and red. "Mistress…please."
"Please what?" You gripped his hair tighter, forcing him to arch his back, his neck exposed, vulnerable. "Do you want to cum again? Do you want me to touch this pathetic cock?"
Choso nodded, a sob escaping his lips. "Please, I'm yours. Use me."
You let go of him with a shove, causing him to fall backward, his legs spread and his dress hiked up even further, exposing everything.
"No," you said simply. "Not yet."
The doorbell rang.
The delivery man, a guy in his twenties with a close-cropped head and a bored expression, didn't bat an eyelid when you opened the door and found himself faced with a girl with disheveled hair and a man dressed as a waitress, with swollen lips and red cheeks.
"Here you go," he said, handing over the tray of sushi and the chilled bottle of champagne. "That's…uh…$980."
Choso reached for his wallet, approached the boy, and paid him in cash. You approached the delivery man, swaying your hips deliberately, your breasts pressing against your tank top.
"Have you seen how my…friend is dressed?" you asked, your voice almost sweet and innocent.
The boy nodded, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Yes, ma'am."
"You like it, huh?" you ran your fingers along Choso's neck, who trembled under your every touch.
The delivery boy laughed nervously. "It's none of my business."
"Too bad, you could have gotten extra if…if you'd played with us. Never mind."
***
Choso served the sushi on his lap, his hands shaking as he arranged the pieces on a ceramic plate, the champagne bubbling in your glass as you held it between your fingers.
"Open it," you ordered, raising a piece of salmon to his lips.
Choso obeyed, opening his mouth, his tongue barely sticking out, ready to receive the food like a caged bird. You fed him with your hands, observing his every movement, every tremor, every drop of sweat that ran down his temple.
"You like it, huh?" you asked again, as he chewed, his eyes downcast.
He nodded. "Yes, Mistress."
"Good." You took a sip of champagne, then poured some of the golden liquid onto his bare chest, watching as it slid down his tense muscles, all the way to his navel.
"Now lick it off."
Choso bent down, his tongue slipping out from between his lips to catch the drops, his lips brushing his own skin, his eyes closed, his cock still rock hard and throbbing painfully against the silk of that dress.
"God, you're so pathetic!" you laughed as he licked up every last drop of champagne, his back arched toward you, his ass exposed. "And yet…" you leaned forward, your fingers sliding under his skirt, brushing against his wet cock. "And yet you make me want to do worse things to you."
Choso moaned, thrusting his hips forward, desperate for any contact. "Please…"
"Please what?" You slapped his ass, hard enough to leave a red mark. "Do you want to fuck me? Do you want me to treat you like the dog you are?"
"Yes," Choso's voice was serious, almost desperate, animalistic. "Please, Mistress. I need you. I need you to use me."
You watched him for a long moment, your eyes shining with cruel amusement. Then, slowly, you stood up, pulled off your tank top, exposing your breasts, your nipples hard and dark, and unzipped your jeans, sliding them down your legs.
"Then take me." You said, sitting on the futon, legs spread, your pussy already wet and glistening. "But only with your mouth. Hands behind your back."
Choso threw himself between your thighs like a hungry wolf, his tongue coming out to lick your swollen clit, his lips closing around yours, sucking, nibbling, moaning against your flesh.
"Like this…" you panted, your fingers tangling in his hair, pushing him deeper. "Lick me like it's the last thing you have left to do in the world."
He obeyed, his tongue moving in quick circles, his lips closing around your entrance, sucking greedily, his nose nuzzling your clit, his hot breath making you shiver.
"Harder," you commanded, pushing his face against you, feeling his tongue enter you, "make me cum, little dog. Make me cum and maybe I'll give you what you want."
Choso moaned against you, his fingers tightening behind his back, his body shaking with violent shivers. His mouth was everywhere, on your lips, on your clit, inside you, his tongue moving desperately, as if his very life depended on that moment.
And when you came, you screamed with a desperate cry, your thighs closing around his head, your fingers clawing at his hair, your body shaken by waves of pleasure so intense they made you see stars.
Choso didn't stop, he continued licking even afterward, collecting every drop of your orgasm, his face wet, his eyes closed, and completely lost in you.
Only when you pushed him away, panting, did he withdraw.
"Good," you panted, your eyes half-closed, your body still trembling. "Now..."
The phone vibrated again. Nanami.
Again.
You turned it off again without looking at him, then stood up, grabbing the leash you'd hung near the door. "Now let's go out," you said, attaching it to Choso's collar. "I want to see you do your business around like the dog you are."
Choso smiled, his eyes shining with happiness. "Yes, mistress."
You dragged him toward the door, his dress hiked up, his cock still hard, desperate.
The night awaited you. And you intended to enjoy it to the fullest.