Power Slave Domination: You’re A Good Boy ♕

If you think that I’m kinky, you haven’t met my best friend Jerica

 

Jerica’s into Power Slave domination. By which I mean she likes to be a nasty controlling BDSM Mistress. I found out about her dirty little secret after she picked me up to go for coffee one afternoon to talk about my wet and wild New Year’s Orgy. I sat in the passenger’s side seat of her car. “Ouch!” I said half-surprised, half-in-pain as I lifted my ass off the seat and pulled out a spiked leather dog collar with the letters -S-L-A-V-E- in giant chrome letters around it, held by studs Jerica quickly grabbed it out of my hand and threw it in the backseat, which only piqued my curiosity.

First, she made me promise not to tell anyone about her secret.

Of course, I promised, both sincerely and because I wanted to know what hunk of a man that collar belonged to. “No,” she said calmly, “there’s no man. SLAVE…he is my Power Slave.” I laughed. Why be ashamed of a collar? And that’s when she told me he was her slave, and not in the way I was thinking, which took me a couple of minutes to process before I realized that she meant Power Slave wasn’t just her slave. She owned him.

Not going to lie, at first, I was shocked. “He isn’t a fuck toy,” I said. Every time she came home, she said, he’d worship her, eager for her to fuck the shit out of him. Once she sensed I was curious, she invited me to experience it for myself. It was time for me to take control and do all of the work. Naturally, I was hesitant to dominate a Power Slave, but after a few glasses of wine, Jerica had me convinced that at the very least it would be fun. All I had to do was relax. We agreed to go back to her place.

Once I walked through the door, sure enough,h Power Slave was all over her.

“Hang on, baby!” She said, “I’ve brought a friend!” He sniffed my feet, then licked them, and instinctively he got on all fours. I wore a skirt with no panties and put on a big black ten-inch strap. After he spread his ass cheeks, I licked my hand a couple of times and shoved the head of my cock in his ass, which must have felt fantastic, because he screamed out loud in pleasure. Within seconds my cock was buried deep in his hole and my hips gyrated, pumping with an almost mechanical rhythm that I can only describe as heavy metal. “Oh. My. God,” I thought, “I am fucking him like a dog!”

As I pounded the Power Slave, Jerica encouraged him to take it, and she held onto his leash. Eventually, I gave one last hard thrust and buried myself in deep. Once I was in, he started backing hard and deep onto the strap-on, stretching his man-pussy wide open. It was a sensation unlike I’d ever experienced before. The longer I stayed inside of him, the louder he got, and the more he came. And he just. Kept. Cumming. And it wasn’t like a normal amount of cum. There was a lot more and holy fuck it looked good streaming out of his cock.

When I pulled the cock out–oops!–he was so worn out he curled up into a ball on the floor. Jerica laughed and scratched the pathetic Power Slave behind his ears. “You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” he cooed. “Yes,” He managed to squeak out as he lay on the floor, cum still oozing out of his slave prick, “he’s a very good boy.”