“I-I submit, Mistress...” I gasped. “I'm yours, Mistress.”

My devotion was rewarded with a hard thrust, and I was suddenly completely filled. 

“Ohh!” I cried out as Mistress thrust into me again and again. My hands remained tied fast to the bed frame, rendering me unable to move even if I wanted to. The combination of the double ended dildo thrusting into my desperate cunt and the metal plug in my ass made me stretch and filled me up completely. Mistress leaned forward over me and held my messy face in both clawed hands. All I could see was Mistress. All I could feel, all I could hear, all I could taste and smell. There was no outside world, nothing outside this room.  Only Mistress. 

She had completely dominated my entire being - body and mind. I understood now that this feeling wasn't just simple lust and attraction. It was submission. 

“You're fucking mine, cunt,” she grunted as she fucked me. 

“I'm yours, Mistress!” I cried out in reply. I truly felt it throughout the core of my body, down to my very bones. I belonged to, and with, Mistress. My purpose in this world was to please her, and I was going to succeed or die trying. 

“You fucking-” she interrupted herself with a moan, “fucking like this?”

“Yes, Mistress!” I moaned. “Yes!”

“Mmm,” she moaned. I felt a surge of pride that my meager body gave her the divine pleasure she deserved. I'd do anything in the whole world just to make her happy. 

“I'm yours Mistress,” I gasped again. She gripped me tight and fucked me deep and hard. I didn't care that her claws hurt me, that I could hardly breathe under her tall, slender body. 

“Mmm, fuck Ava,” she stuck a hand into my tangled blonde hair and grabbed. I didn't even bother to stifle my moan. 

“Mmm- ohh, Mistress!”

“I want to make you fucking cum! Let me see your pretty face, all dirty and messy for me,” she grunted again as she continued fucking me. She grabbed a vibrator and held it between us, contacting both of our clits swollen with arousal. 

“Ahh!” I cried out as she turned it on. Pleasure exploded throughout me, a warm and buzzing sensation heralding the imminent ecstasy of our union. I bucked my hips up to her, matching her thrusts. I needed her deeper, harder, faster... More! “Mistress!”

“Cum for me, slut! Cum for your Mistress!”

I had no choice but to follow her commands. I clenched my hole around her silicone cock, and before I knew it, my entire body cried out in a primal wave of ecstasy coupled with submission. 

“Ohh! Mmmm! Mistress!” I let it all out, no more pretending, no holding back. Just pure, deep satisfaction. I pulled at my bonds, willing them to relent so I could wrap my arms around Mistress. My pussy quivered and clenched around her dildo, intoxicating pleasure washing over me until I couldn't even remember my own name. I only needed to know one, anyway: “Mistress!!”

When the explosive power of my orgasm began to fade, and I was left completely spent and gasping for air. I finally realized I had been squeezing my eyes shut, and when I opened them all I could see was Mistress. A crooked smile grew on my messy face. That was all I needed, just her. 

“Good girl, Ava,” Mistress stroked her claws gently down my wet cheek. “You did so good, little goddess.”

Something about this moment: her words, her tenderness, the satisfaction I felt for myself and for pleasing her made something snap inside me. Before I knew it, tears ran down my cheeks yet again and I smiled up at her as I let out a shuddering sob. I felt used and broken, and still so confused, but I did it! I made Mistress happy!

“M-mistress!” 

“Oh, babe,” she kissed my cheek. Mistress set the toys aside and laid down next to me in the bed. She gently undid my hands and my arms flopped down to the mattress. I didn't care that the ropes had made my skin itch and left red imprints. I didn't care that my shoulders felt stiff and sore. Or that I was a dirty, teary mess. I just cared about her. 

“Did I-” a sob interrupted me. I let out a quick laugh and continued. “Did I do good, Mistress? D-did I make you happy?”

“Yes my little goddess, you made me very happy,” she kissed my forehead. “Did you like it?”

I nodded eagerly. I was lost in a haze of the drug and her rose scented hair, the only thing tangible I was sure of was the sensation of Mistress all around me. A thought suddenly popped into my fuzzy head. I got to have this incredible orgasm, but did she? Did she feel what I felt? How did it work again?

“Mistress?” I tentatively touched her arm, still grappling with my desire for her versus her rules against touching without permission. I smiled when she didn't stop me. Her tanned olive skin was blemish free and nearly perfect; how did this goddess of beauty choose me? “Did... Did you feel it too?”

“Your orgasm? It looked delicious,” she giggled. “I didn't cum too, if that's what you're asking.”

I summoned all my strength into my wobbly arms and sat up. Even though my head spun, my mind was set. I knew what I needed to do. My purpose for being. My reason for existing. 

I had to please Mistress.