Making a Dominatrix

Mistress Claire has fresh meat in the room. Fiona just stepped into the game, but that girl already has a cruel streak and wet panties to prove it. Omar’s the lucky bastard who’s going to catch all of it. They truss him up first—thick ropes biting into his wrists, yanking his arms back until his chest bows forward. A fat ball gag wedges between his teeth and stretches his jaw wide; drool starts to slide down his chin before they’re even done. Fiona grins, grabs the leather straps on the gag, and tugs him forward like a mutt on a choke chain. His cock twitches against his stomach, already thick and leaking. Claire straps on first, black silicone cock gleaming under the lights. She slides behind him, lines up, and pushes in hard enough to make his knees buckle. Fiona watches, then shoves her own rubber dick between his lips where the gag keeps his mouth spread open. They fuck him in stereo—Claire pounding his ass, Fiona grinding into his throat—until the sounds are just slick flesh, wet gagging, and Omar’s muffled groans. They switch places, keep the ropes tight, keep his hole and mouth stuffed. Big dick swinging heavy between his legs the whole time, never getting the relief it’s begging for. Fiona laughs when he tries to thrust back, and Claire answers by slapping his ass hard enough to leave fingerprints. He’s theirs until they’re done, every inch claimed, every noise swallowed by the gag.