Mistress Anathea led her new pet, Jack, to her luxurious penthouse suite and into the dungeon. She commanded him to kneel before her and he obeyed, his body trembling with anticipation. Anathea strode confidently towards him, pressing her high heel against his chest. "You're going to adore being my personal ATM slave," she snickered as she tossed some money at his face.

As he hungrily sniffed the cash, Anathea handed him a leaders jockstrap and ordered him to put it on. Exposed in just the jockstrap and helplessly aroused, Jack waited for his mistress's command. Anathea approached him from behind, her crimson latex dress swishing softly against Jack's skin. Suddenly, she grabbed his hair and led him to a leather chair. "Sit on the edge," she instructed coldly.

Once seated, Jack felt a familiar warmth spread between his legs. He knew what was coming next and became even more submissive. Mistress Anathea climbed onto the chair, straddling Jack's face. She guided his mouth to her wet pussy and began to grind against his mouth. "Suck on my clit," she ordered harshly. Jack complied eagerly, desperate for approval.

Anathea moaned as Jack's tongue teased her sensitive nerves, but she wasn't close to cumming yet. She removed her hand from his hair and grabbed a small vibrator from her bag. With practiced precision, she pushed it against Jack's bruised and swollen cock head. "You like that, don't you?" she taunted playfully. Jack could only nod dumbly, forced to focus on pleasuring his mistress while also enduring the pain.

Anathea edged Jack, bringing him to the brink of orgasm but never allowing him to cum. Once she knew he was on the verge of collapse, she pulled the vibrator away and began to rub her swollen clit frantically. Jack could feel her cum approaching as her moans grew louder. Suddenly, warm liquid splattered onto his face as Mistress Anathea squirted multiple times.

He leaned forward eagerly, lapping up every drop of her nectar like a starved puppy. Anathea sat back, panting heavily from the intense orgasm. "You're such a good pet," she cooed, running her fingers through his hair affectionately. From that moment on, Jack knew that Mistress Anathea held the keys to his utmost pleasure and satisfaction.