Strap on play with submissives drives me wild!
Of course not as much as the submissives themselves LOL – You know those strap on play sluts crave a good prostate milking. Getting to turn once dominant and macho men into whimpering little cock zombies has to be my top turn on. Why? I love the attention, for one. Another is that I get the chance to push their boundaries beyond comprehension. Good subs get fucked, that’s my motto. I never want to hear a subby say “no” or “stop” and thankfully, I’ll never have to. My team of slutty fem slaves know what their Mistress expects. Just in case you’re new here, I’ll give you a taste of what to expect from Daddy Dylan.
The first stop for me and my new strap on sissy will be The Whore Store.
I’ve already confiscated my new little bitch’s wallet and the Amex is burning a hole in my pocket. We walk through the shop and I decide on new outfits for the strap on playmate to wear while getting pegged. I want it all obviously! The stockings, thigh highs, and stripper shoes are a MUST. Skirts, thongs, bras and slutty dresses too. Did you think you would be walking out of here today without a brand new jeweled butt plug? Sorry strap on play whore! Open that asshole up for me, no lube required. You love it, I know you do. A good bimbo needs long whore-ish press on nails, a full face of makeup and don’t forget a brand new blonde wig. The grand total? $2,000.69
I can’t help myself once I get started with a strap on play whore.
We get back to my dungeon and immediately order for my slut to go wash his asshole out. He bends over and I insert the enema into his virgin boybutt. We rinse it repeatedly and I am sure to collect all that scat for later. A “brown surprise smoothie shake” happens to be a favorite of my humiliation tasks. After we get that brownie hole all cleaned up, it’s time to shave it completely. I like my boy pussy to be hairless like a fresh cunt should be. I can’t help myself any longer- it’s time to play dress up.
“Follow me, strap on play whore!”
I carefully dress you up in the lingerie we purchased. I’m sure to call out the price tags as I snap them off. You look at me completely embarrassed that you could be so weak. It’s funny to me always how idiots like yourself are always able to just let me take control so quickly. You used to go to work in a three-piece suit and tie. Giving out orders, being rude to the secretaries. Maybe even cat called women and copped a feel occasionally. Back when you had control, you felt like you had complete charge of the world. Times really have changed, haven’t they? Now you’re mine. All mine.
I bark at you to slip into the stockings.
It’s so hard not to laugh at you. Your cock now a clitty, all pressed up in the nylons. It looks silly smooshed together like that and I want to see you wet yourself. My slut sobs while he cries and I only laugh harder. You ask to take off the pantyhose and I agree it would be best for you too. How else will you suck the urine out of the material for me? Ordering you down on to all fours, I use you like an ottoman while stuffing those soiled stockings into your mouth. The last thing I want to hear is your crying. Crying is for losers after all.
I come to the front of you, slapping you hard across your razor burned cheeks. I’ve drained you financially of course by now so going to the barber has become an expense and luxury no longer afforded. I order you to open up and begin fucking your throat so hard you vomit everywhere. Pressing your face to the ground and make you lick it up for me. Doesn’t it taste good? If you want this strap on play tonight you’ll eat every single speck off this marble floor for me.
What happens next? Wouldn’t you like to know- call me for domination strap on humiliation phone sex and find out. I love pegging sex stories.
