The cuffs are secured around your wrists, pulling both your hands to the small of your back and pinning your face quite gracelessly against the bed. Face down, ass up, that's the way I like to deliver justice. That, and a fat, ten inch rubber cock which is currently pounding into your slick, distended asshole. With a grip on the cuffs to yank you back against me, I slam my spandex-clad hips into you, forcefully instilling in you the virtues of lawfulness. Your cheeks are red, sore, and I guarantee they will be sorer still by the time I am done with you, but at least you have stopped protesting, and started moaning instead, so at least you've got that going for you.

Are you afraid? You should be. Wrongdoer, evildoer, criminal scum. You thought you could steal that woman's purse with impunity? That you could sneak a candy bar into your pocket without anyone noticing? Double parking? Mail fraud? Jaywalking?!

Well, I don't think so, fucko. This is my world. My domain. You step into this city thinking of pulling some shit, and I can guarantee you I will swoop down on you like the Lord's wrath from on high and end you. Nothing cures a person of their criminal urges like anal penetration. Men, women, transgendered, intersex-- all are equal in the eye of the law. And I am the law, like the goddamn Batman of strap-ons, buddy!

And here you are, taking my instrument of justice up the ass like a champ. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were starting to like this! Good. You can't be a criminal if you're too busy being an anal slut, can you? The way you groan every time I slam it in, the way your bubbly boy butt jiggles when I smack it. You're gonna cum for me, all helpless and handcuffed, with your rock solid hard-on slapping against your stomach in sync with my thrusts. You are going to paint your bed white with all the wrongdoer's cum I am pounding out of you, until your nuts are just a shriveled-up husk of what they used to be. I know you are; I've seen it before. You criminals are all the same. Big talk until your asshole gives in to my big, fat cock of justice. And then it's all "Oh, please, Mistress, more!" and "fuck me harder, please!"

I know your kind.

But that's not how we play, fuck-boy. My rubber dong pulls out of you, the large head snagging on your ring and tugging against your innate desire for more, until it escapes with a soft, slimy pop. I grab your legs and flip you over on your back, trapping your cuffed hands beneath your writhing body. And then I grab the back of your knees, push your thighs up to your chest and push myself back into your yawning slut hole with a husky grunt of satisfaction.

Oh, you liked that, huh? Was that a spurt of pre-cum from your cock, or are you just happy to see me? Both, I suspect. And now that I have you like this, I can really let loose, hammering into your prostate while towering over you like a spandex clad goddess while delivering your punishment. I've already come twice in the time it took for you to get comfortable with getting fucked, and now that we can lock eyes, I see the look of surrender on your face. It brings a smirk to my face. You're enjoying this, you little slut. You're looking up at my masked face, up into my burning eyes, and you're moaning and panting like a bitch in heat.

That's good. You are learning. You are learning from your mistakes, and learning that justice is served, one stroke at a time, until you eventually erupt all over yourself, your cock pumping jet after jet of criminal seed across your chest and face and stomach.

Oh, you thought I would reach down and give you a hand? Think again. This isn't a charity, after all. It's a punishment. And the only way I can be sure you've learned your lesson is if I keep going until the bitter end.

That's right. I'm going to fuck you until you come.

Kinks: Justice, righteousness, lawfulness, vigilantism

Turn-offs: Crime, mail fraud