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Mistress Gets A New Strap On

My Mistress had always been a strap on femdomme. As long as I have known her, at least once a week, sometimes once a day even, I would end up with my ass filled with a big black cock made of rubber, attached to the hips of my strict Mistress by a few leather straps. I loved the ass poundings I received from her, and she loved doing them. She'd always laugh during it, but it was that fascinated, wondrous laugh. The sort of laugh you get when riding a thrill ride at an amusement park. The laugh that says this is everything I want it to be. And I could not get enough of that laugh.

Until one night.

Strap On Femdom Gets Sadistic

Mistress was always on the look out for strange and unique dildos to shove in me. She'd search the Internet most nights, clicking through various online stores, trying to find the perfect strap on dildo. I would usually be doing my chores in my male chastity device, pleasing mistress with clean surfaces and streak-free shines.

Usually, she would leave the computer without finding anything, pat me on the head, fuck me in the ass, and go to bed. Then, I would clean her strap on, finish my chores, and lay in the doggie bed at the foot of her California King, and dream of the things she could, and often would, do to me.

Tonight was different.

Tonight, all I heard from the other room was laughter. Not the usual joyous laughter, but cruel laughter. Laughter that I knew involved me...and pain. It was Mistress's sadistic laugh, the kind she had when I was removed from chastity hell and endured bondage and cock and ball torture. It was usually more than I could bear when mistress got the sadistic streak in her. I gulped, not knowing my fate, but knowing the general idea of it.

The wait was the worst.

I hated it. It was actually, technically, the easiest two weeks of my life so far. I would go about my chores, which seemed to be lessened, and even get some television time at Mistress's feet. But the thing that worried me was this: Mistress didn't get online, and I didn't have a strap on inside me. I could not process this part. The night would end with Mistress receiving a foot rub (or a back rub the last week), and then she would go to bed. Since my chores were usually over at this point, I would curl up in my doggie bed and wonder. What horrible thing had my Femdom Mistress found? And how much could I take?

Finally the night came.

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Mistress Dresses Up For Strap On Fun

I was so worried. Especially when I saw Mistress's outfit laid out for the night. Latex catsuit, patent leather stiletto thigh high boots, shoulder length latex gloves. While Mistress usually wears boots or gloves when playing, she only wore this outfit on special occasions. The last time was her birthday, when she decided some feminization and coerced cock sucking were on the menu. I ended up watching her and her friend have sex after I got him hard with my mouth, fulfilling some of my not-so-secret cuckold fantasies. Today was different.

Mistress walked around in a t-shirt and jeans all day, meaning she was expecting someone to come to the door. I even had to wear clothes, instead of walking around in my usual nakedness. The doorbell rang, and it was the delivery guy. The box was big. I was terrified. When Mistress signed for it, and the man left, she closed the door to our home and sat the box on the coffee table. I was then ordered to strip. As I got down to my usual attire, I saw it. A massive strap on, almost a foot long and at least two inches thick, with studs. My ass quivered.

She told me to kneel and went in the bedroom to get dressed. I knew I was in for some serious CFNM, but that was really only the beginning.

My shiny Goddess came out of the room almost an hour later, lubricant and harness in hand. She made me attach the monstrosity to the harness and put it on her. From there, she lubed up the strap on and led me to our little basement area. This was sound-proofed, and I was only brought here when it was guaranteed I would scream.

She put me on the gyno table and strapped me down. Mistress wanted to look me in the eyes while she violated me. I endured all I could to please my Mistress, but eventually I could take no more. I screamed. And screamed. And screamed some more.

When she finished, Mistress helped me to her bed and wrapped her latex-covered arms around me, comforting me. She assured me it would be all right, that I would get used to it. And that had me worried most of all....