The dungeon was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the stone walls from the flickering candlelight. A heady musk of leather, sweat and sex hung heavy in the air. In the center of the room, Pandora stood imperiously, her copper tresses tumbling down the black leather of her skimpy lingerie. A goddess of pain and pleasure.

The dungeon door creaked open and Jackson stumbled in, eyes downcast. He knelt before Pandora, trembling with a mix of fear and desire. “Welcome, my little bitch,” she purred, circling him. “Strip. Now.”

With shaking hands, Jackson removed his clothes, folding them meticulously before presenting them to Pandora, who tossed them aside with a sneer. “Kneel at my feet, slut.”

Jackson complied, pressing his forehead to her stilettoed boots. “Mmm, aren’t you a big one,” Pandora cooed, trailing a lacquered nail along his broad shoulder. “Such a butch man, and yet so eager for me to ruin your tight little asshole. You’re just a filthy whore for Mistress, aren’t you?”

A moan escaped Jackson’s throat. Pandora grabbed a fistful of his hair, wrenching his head back. “Answer me when I speak to you. Now beg me to use you like the desperate fucktoy you are.”

“P-please Mistress,” Jackson stammered, “use me for your pleasure. I’m your slutty fucktoy. I need your strap in my ass.”

“Ohhh, you will get my cock, whore. But first, you’ll be trussed up like the fuckpig you are.” Pandora produced a length of red rope and set to work binding Jackson in intricate shibari. His thick wrists were tied behind his back. Thighs splayed obscenely as his ankles were secured to the far ends of a wooden spreader bar. She left him splayed on his back, pink hole on lewd display.

“Mmm, such a pretty picture,” Pandora gloated, running the rope over Jackson’s helpless body. “Now be a good bitch and worship my strap.”

She unstrapped the massive black dildo from under her skirt. Thick and veiny, easily ten inches long. Jackson’s eyes went wide even as drool began to leak from the corner of his mouth. He stretched the thick head past his lips and began to suckle, worshipping the fake cock with long licks of his tongue. Slobbering all over it. When it was properly lubed, Pandora pulled away.

“On your back, whore. Open that needy cunt for me.” Jackson rolled over, displaying his pink pucker. Pandora notched the spit-slick head of her strap against it and thrust forward, burying half her length in one stroke.

“Take it all, you dirty cocksleeve!” A wicked grin split her face as she hilted the rest of the way in, bulging Jackson’s stomach. “That’s it. So tight and virgin. You’ve been saving this ass for me, haven’t you?”

“Yes Mistress!” Jackson wailed. “Only for you!”

“Good boy.” She set a punishing pace, pounding into his clenching hole. The wet slap of leather on flesh echoed through the dungeon. “Such a perfect ass for Mistress to ruin. I’ll never let you forget this night.”

Jackson was babbling, begging, the skin around the invading strap stretched taut and glistening. Perspiration slicked his skin as Pandora used him hard. “Cum for me whore,” she growled. “Cum untouched like the dirty bitch you are!”

With a choked cry, he did, painting his chest and stomach with thick spurts of spend. Pandora hilting deep, grinding through his climax. Finally she stilled, letting him come down.

“Such a good bitch, cumming on Mistress’ cock.” She pulled out, watching him clench around the void. “I think you’ve earned a treat.”

Jackson whimpered as she swatted his oversensitized rim. “As long as you’re back next week to take my cock, I’ll give you a pat on the ass. An incentive to keep practicing your submission. Now scram, whore.”

He scrambled to obey, thighs quaking. Pandora watched him go, her hole clenching in sympathy. Next week couldn’t come soon enough

Love and Pain – Pandora

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