I dream of serving

I dream of being completely at her mercy, tied down spread eagle to the bed with thick leather straps biting into my wrists and ankles, my hard cock throbbing uselessly in the air as she climbs on top. She'd treat me like nothing more than a living dildo, her personal fucktoy to impale herself on whenever the urge strikes. Grabbing my shaft roughly, she'd line up her dripping wet pussy and slam down, her tight cunt walls gripping me like a vice as she rides me hard and fast. Her big tits bouncing wildly, she'd grind her clit against my pelvis, moaning as she chases her orgasms one after another, cumming in shuddering waves, her juices soaking my balls and pooling on my stomach. I'd beg through my gag, my hips bucking involuntarily, but she'd just laugh, slapping my chest and calling me her pathetic denied slut, forcing me to feel every pulse of her pleasure without a drop of release for me.



She'd train me ruthlessly to never cum again, edging me for hours until my cock is purple and leaking rivers of precum, then locking it away in a tiny steel chastity cage that squeezes my swollen balls. "No more orgasms for you, toy," she'd whisper, flicking the cage with her nails while plugging my ass with a fat, vibrating buttplug that stretches my hole wide and keeps me constantly full. She'd parade me around on a leash, naked except for the cage and plug, making me crawl and lick her boots clean before burying my face in her ass, tongue fucking her puckered hole until she squirts on my chin. When she's horny at night, she'd uncage me just enough to fuck my ruined cock raw, riding reverse cowgirl so I can watch her perfect ass cheeks clap against me, her pussy milking itself dry on my denied dick while I whimper and drip endlessly.



When she doesn't need my cock, she'd keep me caged and plugged 24/7, the constant pressure making me leak precum endlessly, staining my thighs with sticky frustration. I'd be her desperate bitch, kneeling at her feet while she scrolls her phone, occasionally shoving her toes into my mouth for me to suck or pissing in a bowl for me to lap up like a good pet. She'd invite her friends over for girls' night, making me serve drinks on all fours with a remote control plug for all of them to control, then letting them tease my cage, giggling as they take turns sitting on my face, smothering me with their sweaty pussies until I nearly pass out from need. My balls would ache blue, swollen with months of pent up cum, but I'd thank her for the denial, knowing it's my place to suffer for her amusement.



My only purpose in life would be to serve her, to make her feel the godlike pleasure she deserves, whether that's eating her creamy creampied pussy after she fucks someone more worthy, getting whipped across my back until welts rise for her to trace with her tongue, or wearing a shock collar that zaps my caged cock every time I hesitate to obey. She'd tattoo "pathetic denied loser" above my groin, brand me as hers forever, and I'd worship her with every denied thrust, every frustrated leak, every humiliating task. I'd do anything, rim her for hours, drink her squirt straight from the source, or let her fist my ass until I sob, just to hear her cum, my orgasms forever stolen, leaving me a needy, leaking mess eternally devoted to her dominance.