Text originally published in La Ferule, section Leaf remover.

- Now that I'm seated, should i close my eyes, Mistress ? demand me blue.
Useless. I brandish, triumphant, a collar connected to handcuffs by a strap. Placed between the shoulders of my submissive,, she will bend her joints until the pain. Fatigue will quickly force him to press the handcuffs, thus pulling on the collar which compresses her throat. Face or back, comfort or constraint, which option will I choose ?
- The hardest, Mistress ?
Won. Set to the shortest, the strap bends both Azul's arms and his fingers brushing the back of his neck.
- You are hurt, I hope ?
Satisfied with her yes, I grab him by the hair and propel the huge dildo attached to my harness under his nose. Azul swallows it without a word.
– Hold the head during oral sex... you remember my challenge, is not it ? So look at yourself in the mirror !
Head forward, arms back, captive, inert, Azul discovers himself as a doll, my trembling flesh doll. A sudden kidney kick makes me stumble against her glottis. Gagging lifts him up as saliva trickles from his nose.
- What if I took a picture of you? ? A nice picture of you tied up and stained with drool ... you would like that, slut ?
Slut. The insult, unusual from me, pick it up like a slap. I squeak :
- You would like that, little slut, a souvenir portrait ?
I stand up to grab my camera, a device before phones that, now, do everything. My silicone cock deep inside Azul's mouth, I point the device in his direction.
The lens slides back and forth. Two beeps announce the focus. The shutter click freezes Azul in her submissive posture.
- One more, slut. Perfect, it's in the box ! And now…
I push him away to drag him to the ground, on the back. Her bust crushes her clenched arms. Uncomfortable and painful, I know. I bend her legs and start playing with her cock.
Impact.
Sweetness.
Impact.
Sweetness ... this is what I do to his hard cock, which hardens even more. What to drive him crazy, I know.
Tetanized, pantheon, Azul faint from suffocation and happiness, so close to enjoyment that he seems to have passed out. I stop to coo in his ear :
– Oh, but if it is, you will not be allowed to cum !
He growls in frustration. In the comings and goings of my clapping and stroking hands, give and take, stand my power, a scorching then icy power. I know that at my submissive, extreme frustration is never far from anger, that at this moment he is probably dreaming of cursing me and freeing himself, but how could he ? Helplessness, injustice and my floor twist his spine. His throat cooks him. Her sex tape. He is hurt. He's ashamed. And more than anything, want to cum.
Perfect. I'm getting up, sketch a entrechat, hums a trendy chorus, pretend to hesitate about my next abuse. Azul is panting so loud that all neighbors must hear him.
Enjoy. He wants to cum. Enjoy. Jou-ir. Enjoy !
- Go on, slut, upright !
Grabbing him arm-in-arm, I put him back on his feet. Her legs are wobbly like a kid's. As I let go it almost falls, head first against the mirror which proclaims its defeat. I ask :
- This strap is a bit tight, non ?
Azul sniffs at indecision. Deny, it is running the risk that I do not touch it. But approve, maybe it's running the same risk. How to know ?
- You do not answer ? Your choice !
I slap him hard, long time, without mercy, until the tears bead on her eyelids. And there only, on this ridge line, I stop.
I take him to the bedroom, lie down on the bed with a thousand precautions.
- Rest while I search ... This, no ... That either ... Ah, here is !
In my clenched fist, a pair of ties, a ball gag and the biggest dildo in my collection.
Zip, zip.
In a flash, there are Azul's ankles tied to the bed and the gag stuck between his teeth.
- You're so irresistible like that… So vulnerable too. I already told you that your lost face makes me hard ? What a shame to put it in a pillow ...
And walk the talk. Is that all ? Non. Doggy style, the ass left to my whims, Azul feels my pelvis weighing down on his rump gently enough to preserve his balance and firmly enough to prevent him from any resistance. The pendulum of my bust imposes my cadence on it, the piston of my hips demands my tribute.
Blue is contracted. The dildo fails to come out. I force his flesh to expand and, ruthless, impales him to the hilt.
- Look at me !
Her eyes are blurry, his outstretched rod, his ruby ​​tassel.
- Now, look at you !
I point to the mirror facing us. Out of modesty Azul seems to avoid his reflection. Maybe he only sees a patchwork of beige skins, crazy locks and lavender iris. Head down, I see my little hands clenched on Azul's hips then, on either side of my knees, her feet so massive that next to it, mine look like miniatures.
- Look at you, I said !
Azul obeys. His gaze falters. I know this second he sees himself as I see him, me, quartered, glued hair, rolled up eyelids and rolled up lips, soiled with drool and snot, a huge cock stuck in the ass.
Not.
Vulnerable.
Sodomized.
- Ah… you are splendid !
He denies with his chin, close his eyes to escape himself.
- It is so good, shame ... This sentence reminds you of something ?

Later, after enjoyment, I hand Azul a gift package. Inside, a tulip on a red satin case :
- For you, my bitch. With a kiss instead of a slap.

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