I turned his face toward the massive mirror that stretched across the bathroom wall, making sure he saw exactly what I did. The way his cock twitched, the way his chest rose and fell in quickened breaths, the way his body was on display like a decadent offering.

He kneels where she told him—naked, trembling, waiting. Mummy doesn’t need his cock tonight. She wants his surrender. Her room, her rules. The scent of jasmine and leather clings to the air as she spreads him, teases him, opens him with her tongue and fingers before sliding her strap-on inside. He sobs into the pillow as she takes him—slow, deep, deliberate. Owned. Filled. Fucked. And still not allowed to come.

Back at my playroom, the moment the door shut behind us, I tugged at his collar and forced him to his knees.

I reached down between his legs, rubbing my fingers over the caged cock that ached, that throbbed untouched.

I had watched his eyes linger on the deep crimson lace, the sheer black fabric embroidered with intricate patterns. I had let him trace his fingers over the delicate material, whispering how beautiful it would look on my body.

His reflection showed everything—the way his body trembled, the way his hole stretched around Felix's thick fingers, the way his caged cock dripped.

The image appeared—a mirror selfie of him standing stiffly, his cock already hard, the lace barely containing his arousal. The panties sat low on his hips, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide the thick outline of his cock pressing against them.

With a single tug, the anal hook was removed, leaving my slut’s hole twitching and empty. The sharp gasp he let out against the gag sent a fresh wave of heat between my thighs.

“Taste yourself,” I whispered, pressing them against his lips. He obeyed without hesitation, sucking my fingers clean, his moan muffled around the cock in his mouth.

And then, they widened as they landed on the thick, veined cock standing hard in front of his face. The man gripped the base of it, stroking himself lazily. “Time to show me what she’s trained you to do.”

I watched as he instinctively leaned in, his nose brushing against the slick folds in front of him. His breath hitched, the scent of arousal filling his senses. And then he understood. This was not his Mistress.

Felix pounded into him, groaning as he thrust deep one final time, spilling inside My Little Slut’s used hole. The submissive’s whole body convulsed, his face twisted in pleasure and humiliation as he felt himself being filled.