Cock hungry slave submits to his Mistress

D. Arclyte stands strapped to the cross in those tight leather assless shorts, waiting for Mistress Bella Bathory. The tall blonde Goddess runs her fingers over his exposed cheeks and he shivers, already slick with sweat. She leans in close, whispers about the long night ahead, then steps back and swings the leather flogger with real force. Each strike lands loud, painting red welts across his back and ass. His jaw locks, eyes squeezed tight. She notices the slight part of his lips and drives a thick latex cock straight down his throat. He gags but she holds him there until he takes it. She sets the flogger aside, picks up the heavy wooden paddle, and cracks it across his bare ass again and again. He cries out, body jerking, yet she only watches with cold hunger. The paddle isn’t enough for her mood, so she grabs the dragon’s tail, sharp tip whistling through the air. It snaps across his flesh in quick, brutal strokes. His knees buckle; tears slip down his face as he moans against the wood. Mistress Bella trails her palm over the fresh marks, soothing for just a moment before the cane cuts in. He thinks he’s ready, but she lands the first strike where he least expects it. He gasps, almost folds, yet her fingers slide between his thighs, teasing, reminding him who owns the next breath. His body settles, then offers itself for another hit. She answers with the paddle, harder this time, until his legs shake and he finally collapses forward. When he’s broken enough, she points to the floor. On hands and knees he crawls to her, mouth open, and she shoves the fat strap-on between his lips. He takes it deep, hungry, sucking like a man who’s been starved, throat working, eyes glassy with need and surrender.