I saw the arrogant look in his eyes the moment he walked through my door. He thought he was a man, a real male specimen. Little did he know that I, Cyn, was about to show him what a true woman does with a cock and a strap-on.

I grabbed him roughly, my nails digging into his skin as I dragged him to the edge of my king-size bed. With a swift motion, I bent him over, his trembling body submitting to my dominant will. He couldn’t move, couldn’t escape, as I grabbed my trusty strap-on from the nightstand drawer.

“Open wide, bitch,” I growled, slapping his ass hard enough to leave a red mark. He yelped but knew better than to disobey. I secured the strap-on in place, the thick, black silicone jutting proudly from between my thighs. I was the one with the power now.

Without warning, I slid inside his tight hole with a sharp thrust of my hips. He let out a strangled cry, his eyes rolling back as I stretched him open. I didn’t give him a moment’s reprieve, setting a harsh, punishing pace as I fucked him into oblivion.

“You’re nothing but my cock sleeve now,” I snarled, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. “Your ass belongs to me!”

His cries turned to sobs, tears streaming down his face as I used him for my pleasure. I could feel his prostate slamming against the tip of my toy with each stroke, driving him crazy.

Finally, with a last few erratic pumps, I buried myself to the hilt and ground against him, my hand reaching around to milk his dripping cock. He came with a wail, completely at my mercy.

As I pulled out and unstrapped myself, he collapsed on the bed, thoroughly owned. I stroked his reddened ass, admiring my handiwork. His ego was shattered, his ass molded to the shape of my strap-on. He was mine now. My bitch.