A Minx Among Us

Joey Minx drops in like a switchblade in silk. He gives the slave that look, the one that makes weak men shrink. The harness bites into muscle. Rope marks his wrists. Joey wastes no time. He plants the fat dildo gag on the slave’s mouth, straps it tight, and straddles the helpless face. Wet pussy soaks the rubber shaft while the slave’s tongue can only lick what the strap allows. Joey rides it slow, then faster, grinding down until every breath the slave takes comes through slick cunt. He mocks the throbbing cock he refuses to touch. He swings the crop in tight, mean arcs across bare skin. Each strike leaves fire. He fucks harder. The slave’s jaw aches, his tongue burns from trying. Joey laughs. He calls the hard-on pathetic, useless, another inch the slave will never get to spend. Sweat slides down Joey’s chest, over tight abs, and drips onto the red welts he’s painted. When he finally decides the slave’s had enough, he climbs off, leaves the gag wet and the cock still ignored. The room smells like sex and defeat.