He was standing in the middle of the room, and I was looking him over from head to toe. With his head down, he was still trying to watch me surreptitiously.

Then I took his chin with my hand, forcing him to look at me: "You are my toy! Nothing more!!!" There was severity in my voice, but at the same time, playful notes were also detected.

I touched his shoulder, illuminated by the midday sun, with my hand. With my other hand I was holding a mug of tea, which did not stop me from sliding my free hand down his back... My fingers resembled the movements of a spider... Or so it seemed to me. I squeezed his T-shirt with my hand, and he began to tremble, and I noticed it!!! My hand slid under the T-shirt and began to caress his hairy belly.

He began to breathe faster, because my hand was moving down and could soon reach his crotch. Having put the mug of tea on the table, I began to act more actively. Both my hands squeezed his crotch under his jeans, causing him to freak out. My hands slid roughly and quickly.

Suddenly I raised one hand and touched his lips with my fingers. Involuntarily, he opened his mouth, and my two fingers penetrated inside. He blinked his eyes, trying to remain calm.

"That's so good! You will do only what I want! You are here to please me!" I said with a half-smile.

He continued to stand, relaxing his legs and arms, since there were no other instructions for me to do. I began to undress him: first his T-shirt (he raised his hands), then his belt. For a short time, I squeezed his nipples, but soon I began to unbutton his jeans. When he was left in only his underwear, I grunted with satisfaction: his member was standing, stretching the knitted fabric of his underwear. I quickly pulled off his underwear, exposing his skinny legs, nothing but muscles.

I chuckled again, squeezed the fingers of one hand, dug my nails into his bare flesh. With my other hand I grabbed his hair, pulled him towards me and kissed him on the lips. It was so lightning fast! He tried to prolong the pleasure, but I did not support it.

"You are a toy for my pleasure, so do not try to get something for yourself!" I noted, stopping his impulse.

Then I returned to exploring his body. Continuing to squeeze the trunk with one hand, with the other I squeezed his ass, small, square. My fingers began to feel the anus, preparing for penetration. In the meantime, I pulled him along with me, to the coffee table, examining what was lying there.

I saw a wooden massage hairbrush, and a spark of joy flashed in my eyes. He understood everything!!! First, I slapped him on the ass with my palm, and then hit him with a wooden comb. A great tool for spanking, I must admit, I thought.

He couldn't help but let out a weak groan, but I squeezed his cock harder with my hand and hissed: "Quiet!!!"

Then I beat him with a wooden brush. His ass began to burn. He made a few sounds when he couldn't help himself. Soon I finished and massaged the place of the blows.

Looking around, I was obviously thinking about what to do next. Pushing him towards the sofa, I began to jerk off his cock, sternly warning: "Don't you dare cum!" I began to rub my seductive body against him... He wanted so much to put his hand under my skirt, wanted to make me squirm, but remembered that today he was... a toy.

I sat on his lap, pressed myself tightly: "You will make the best sex toy!"

I wanted him! It was visible, literally written on my face: my lips and eyes slightly open. Throwing back my skirt, I touched him with my pussy. It was like... a burn... I was without panties!!!

Soon, very soon I sat on top of him, his cock slipped into my wet flesh almost effortlessly.

"Don't you dare cum until I tell you!!!", I said, increasing the tempo.

He was at the limit and began to beg me to spare him and stop the game for now, as he was afraid that he would not be able to stand it and cum.

"Learn to control yourself!!!", I shouted cheerfully, squeezing the cock with the muscles of my vagina.

"Please, Mistress! I can't... anymore!" he screamed.

"Are you my toy for pleasure or not?", I asked breathlessly, without slowing down.

"Yes, but I...", he moaned.

"Quiet!", I pressed my fingers on the clitoris, closing my eyes.

He was barely breathing, hoping that everything would be okay and he wouldn't lose control until I came.

Finally, the orgasm hit me. For a while, I "floated" on the waves of pleasure until I opened my eyes and saw his desperate look.

"That's it, you did it, now you can come!" I allowed.