Kinky JOI: Mia Little's Slave Auditions

You made it. But Mia Little still hasn’t decided if you’re worth keeping. She’s waiting, and the only way to earn her is to strip and show her you can follow every order she gives. Bare skin, cock already twitching. She tells you to grip it tight—squeezing until it throbs. Then she orders you to stroke, slow and hard. She wants to watch you get louder, harder, needier. Her black hair spills over her sheer bra, pierced nipples pressing dark against the fabric. She leans forward, eyes on your hand, telling you to play with your balls while you keep working your cock. Faster. Slower. Tighter. She makes you slap it around, wag it, anything that proves you can perform for her. A fucking show, not a shy grope. She keeps teasing you, legs wrapped in polka-dot stockings, tiny panties stretched over her ass. Every time she moves, every time she shifts her weight, you’re told to stroke in sync. She peels off the bra, lets her tits out, fingers circling her own nipples while her voice stays soft and merciless—commanding you, controlling you. She turns, pulls the fabric aside, shows you everything—wet cunt, tight little asshole—then drops the panties and spreads. She brings a vibrator to her clit, legs open, hips rocking as she cums loud and sharp. You’re still stroking. She doesn’t let you stop. Not for her orgasm. Not for your desperation. Finally she gives you numbers. The countdown starts. You have to earn it. You have to prove you belong in her dungeon or get sent out the door with nothing but the mess you made.