I know what you like. It's not something you talk about with your friends; hell, it's not even something you would bring up with your girlfriend-- but I know what you like. The thick, slick swell of something long and hard inside you, the pleasure-pain press of firm, sexy goodness rubbing against your insides, the delicious sensation of being spread and opened and used...

Admit it, boy. You're a slut. A sweet, stupid little anal slut whose biggest dream is finding a nice, assertive girl to bend you over, lube you up and press ten inches of big, hard rubber cock into your eager asshole. To feel her hands on your hips, the sweet sting when she smacks your blushing cheeks and begins to pump in and out of you, angling her nice, fat dildo just right to rub it against your prostate. Her voice above you, giggling as she tells you to take it, the uncontrollable drip of your half-hard cock as she grinds and grinds and grinds into your happy slut hole. The sensation of her breasts pressing against your shoulder blades as she leans over you, humping you like a dog, her panting breath so warm against your ear as she makes indecent love to your gaping fuckhole.

Is your heart racing, sweetheart? Is your cock stiff and aching?

Good. Good.

There's something about that first push inside, her fingers spreading your cheeks apart and laying your asshole bare, the slick tip of hard, fake cock kissing your entrance, lingering there until you have to beg her to do it, to plead for her to take you like the sloppy slut you are. And you are sloppy, aren't you, my darling? Panting and drooling, your tongue lolling from your mouth as the blunt tip of her strap-on spears into you, forcing you open with the slow push of someone in complete control of you. She owns you, doesn't she? Every part of you, your body, your soul, your heart, your ass-- all of it is hers, simply because she is willing to indulge your smutty little fantasy of being fucked like this. Of feeling that thick, veiny shaft slide into you, inch by turgid, lubed-up inch, while her fingers slide over your hips and ass, exploring you, claiming you. Do you cuss, sweetheart, when she forces the last three inches inside in one, swift thrust? Or do you simply moan with happy, mindless pleasure at being used like a whore? Do you gasp her name with your face down in the sheets, or do you try to push back against her to take more, more, more of that big, wonderful rubber cock?

Well, whatever the case, it's only the beginning. Tonight, I am going to grant you your wish. I am going to milk you. With your hands tied behind your back and a collar around your neck, the tug of a leash pulling you back against me while I pump your ass full of fourteen inches of feminine power. You like the sound of that? You want to be Mommy's plaything? Then you'd better pucker up, sweet thing, and pray I stop when you've spent every drop of seed you have in you. You think that's your prostate I'm hitting? No. That is your slutbutton, and I am going to ring it until you have emptied your balls all over yourself, until there is nothing left but the dry throbs of your cock between your legs and the gaping sensation of your hungry boy hole yearning for more.

Oh, I know what you like. You like it hard, and you like it deep. You like a Mistress to treat you well, to rub and spank and fingerfuck your hole, to fuck you into the submissive slut that you've always been inside. Well, don't worry, love. This doesn't have to be anyone's business but yours and mine. I won't tell anyone what you do behind closed doors, how you moan and squeal my name with every hard thrust of my strap-on in your ass. I won't tell them how you call me up at night just to beg me to be fucked, or how I let you ride my big, fake cock until you cum all over both of us. How you like to get finger-fucked during your blowjobs, how the only way for you to get off is by having my fingers abusing that well-worn slutbutton of yours.

No, don't worry, love; I won't tell, I promise.

...not unless someone asks, of course.