He likes being hunted.

I warned him I was on my way to fuck, and that I was coming into his apartment with no further notice. He tried to run to his room, he was faster than I am after all. But I was stronger. Eventually I caught up.

He likes being tied up.

I tied his hands together and his ankles together with a couple belts I had. I put my slip chain on him and pulled it tight enough it started to hurt. I told him if he’s a good pet it won’t hurt him.

He likes bratting.

He tried to fight me anyways. He tried to slip out of the belts, but anytime he tried I pulled them tighter and left a hickey. He didn’t have a choice, and since he fought I made sure the whole world knew he was mine.

He likes being hurt.

He was covered in hickies and scratch marks, his ass was red from being spanked. And only when he finally submitted, and really it was only a matter of time, his precum dripping cock had earned the pleasure of being touched. I rode his face. I left him drenched in my pussy juice and when I, his master, was finally satisfied, I let him cum.

He likes being prey.

And it was fucking good that he liked it, because he was my whore even if he didn’t want to be. His hairy body riddled with hickies, utterly broken before me finally deserved to cum. I lent him my mouth for being such a good pet, but I didn’t let him go once he came. I didn’t let go until every ounce, no every molecule of cum was safely in my belly where it belonged. I didn’t let him go until he was whimpering and begging for freedom, calling me master or mommy, pleading with me to let him go because it’s too much.

And to think he started as my manager.