[F4M / F4TM] You’re my worthless little toy.

I love when you wear a collar for me. You stand there in your cute little outfit, blushing, throbbing in excitement.

I’m sat down in my office, taking a long swig of whiskey from my glass as I run my gloved fingers through my hair. You loved coming to my office and serving me; this was your reward for excellent behaviour.

I rest my face on my knuckles as I look at you. My legs spread as my thigh high boots reflect off the light.

“You’ve been stood there long enough.” I state, placing my glass down on my desk and rotating my chair toward you. I motion for you to come towards me with my fingers, looking at you with hunger, primal desire.

“Crawl.”

You get down on your knees, barely maintaining eye contact with me as you slowly crawl towards me, the chain to your collar dragging across the wooden floor. You were wearing a maid outfit; your cute ass exposed. You arrived knelt between my legs, and I look down at you with a smug smirk.

“Such a good boy, aren’t you?” I coo, and you nod, blushing. I run a gloved finger up underneath your chin so you look at me, and I lean down, my lips brushing against your ear.

“Bend over my desk, I’m going to reward you.”

You stand, lifting up your outfit slightly as you bend over my desk, and I get up - circling you like prey. I laugh to myself, the sight of you bent over makes my palm twitch. I run my gloved hand across your ass cheek, another hand gripping your waist firmly before spanking you.

You gasp in surprise, your fingertips digging into my desk. I smile, leaning down and kissing the back of your neck as I push myself against your ass, grinding and grunting.

I take the lube from my pocket and splash it over my index and middle finger, the liquid coating the latex.

“Have you been a good boy, pet?” I purr, as my finger teases your hole.

You whine, your legs slightly trembling as you say “Yes Mistress.”

I run my other hand through your hair softly, a passionate touch as I suddenly plunge my index finger into your tight hole. You moan out, your nails digging into the desk so hard that it leaves a mark.

“Tsk tsk,” I shake my head, curling my finger inside of you so I hit that sweet spot that makes you cry out.

“Do you know how expensive that desk is?” I sigh, and as you go to speak I add another finger inside of you.

You cry out more, your moans and grunts filling my office, and I can hear the sound of my fingers gliding in and out of you, your legs trembling.

“Naughty boy.” I state, unzipping my pants and pulling out my strap on.

I remove my fingers, grabbing you by the waist as I slam you back against me, my hand reaching around and stroking your cock as I push the strap against your hole.

“Beg for it.” I state, pumping your cock in my hand as my strap drips with lube, pressing open your hole and teasing it.

“P..please,” you breathe out, your eyes rolling back as you can feel yourself get closer to climax.

“Oh come on, pet. You can beg louder than that. Beg with some conviction!” I say sarcastically, and as you beg I push my length all the way inside of you.

I waste no time; my free hand reaching to your throat as I grip it; my other stroking your cock as I begin to fuck you; hard, rough - angled at just the right spot.

You cry and cry out for me, the sound of my hips slapping against yours overwhelming you as you feel yourself cum.

“I’m… cumming,” you blurt out, and I laugh wickedly.

“Now did I say you could cum?” I grunt in anger, and I shove your head down into the desk as I fuck you harder; the hand that was around your cock now spanking your ass over and over again.