Go Suck Yourself

Spikey Dee's first time on the table. Bent over, wrists locked to ankles, everything hanging out. Mistress Baby starts with his ass. She tears off his white briefs and lays the cane across it until the skin glows. She pulls his hair into a high ponytail, smears lipstick over his mouth, and watches his face flush hotter than his welts. Then the rope goes up. Full suspension. Arms lashed behind him, legs spread, cock already half-hard from the fear. She grabs it, shoves the head toward his lips, and orders him to suck. He hesitates; she pushes harder until the tip pops past his teeth. She keeps the pressure on, forcing him deeper every time he gags. Clothespins snap onto his nipples and balls. Each strike of the flogger makes the pins jump and tug. When he tries to pull away she slaps his face and tells him to keep working. The strap-on comes next. Cold lube, one hard thrust, and she’s buried to the hilt. He groans around his own cock while she pounds him, ordering him to stroke in time with her thrusts but never finish. She strips, skin glistening, and makes him beg out loud for her cunt. He keeps begging, desperate, so she feeds him his cock again until the drool runs down his chin. Only then does she drop to her knees, take him to the root in one swallow, climb on, and ride until she comes. She climbs off, tells him to finish, and watches his load spatter across his own stomach while he hangs there, spent and shaking.