Mistress Aradia and Pussybottomboy

Mistress Aradia locks eyes with her boy like she already owns the next hour of his life. She starts in on him fast. She makes him kneel in the pool of light from the overhead bulb, then has him kiss every inch of her black latex until his mouth is shining and his pride is gone. She swings the flogger next, leather tails snapping across his shoulders, his chest, the inside of his thighs. Every strike lands exactly where she wants it. She calls him every name that fits. When he whines she smiles like she has all night to break him. Then the barrel comes out. Aradia straps a thick dildo to the side, makes him straddle it, and orders him to fuck. He pushes down hard, ass split around the shaft, breathing ragged. She keeps the flogger moving across his back while he rides, each thrust driving him lower. But his cock won’t rise. Aradia notices immediately. She yanks him off the barrel, bends him over, and beats him again, harder this time. The leather lands on already raw skin, marking him from shoulder to ass. He gasps, tries to stay up, fails. She keeps hitting until the only sound in the room is leather on flesh and the sharp, broken edge of his breathing.