His Turn to Obey

Ethan knelt on the bedroom rug, completely naked except for the black leather collar around his neck. His breath came quick and shallow as he watched Vanessa saunter toward him in her high heels and form-fitting corset. In her hand, she held the strap-on harness she’d just finished adjusting around her hips. The silicone phallus jutted out proudly, and the very sight made Ethan’s own cock twitch with anticipation. "You’ve been such a good boy for me," Vanessa purred, running her fingers through his hair. "Are you ready to obey?" "Yes, Mistress," Ethan murmured, eyes shining with devotion. His voice trembled with excitement. He had given up control to her tonight, and the thrill of surrender coursed through his veins. Vanessa guided him onto the bed on all fours. Gently, she applied cool lube between his buttocks, her gloved fingers working him open with slow, deliberate strokes. Ethan moaned, pressing back against her touch, earning a soft chuckle from her. "Someone is eager," she mused. When she positioned the tip of the strap-on at his entrance, Ethan forced himself to relax. Vanessa leaned over his back, her breasts grazing his skin as she whispered in his ear, "Remember your safe word?" He nodded, "Jasmine, Mistress." He wouldn’t need it—he wanted this badly—but her asking made warmth bloom in his chest. She always took care of him. With a steady push, Vanessa began to penetrate him. Ethan hissed at the stretch, a mix of ache and incredible fullness. "Breathe, darling," she reminded, caressing his sides. He exhaled and the tension eased. Slowly, she slid all the way in until her hips met his backside. "Good boy," Vanessa praised, voice thick with arousal at the sight of her submissive yielding to her. Ethan whimpered in pleasure. Being filled by her, used by her, felt unbelievably erotic. Vanessa started to move, pulling out partway before thrusting in again with a firm but controlled rhythm. Each inward drive of her hips pressed against Ethan’s prostate, sending jolts of white-hot pleasure through him. He groaned loudly, fingers clawing at the sheets. "You like that, don’t you?" Vanessa cooed, gripping his hips. "Yes, Mistress... oh god, yes," he gasped. She picked up the pace, the room filling with the lewd sounds of their bodies meeting. Ethan's neglected cock swung heavy beneath him, droplets of pre-cum dripping onto the sheets with every thrust. Vanessa reached around with one hand and wrapped her fingers around his erection. Ethan nearly sobbed with relief at her touch. She stroked him in time with her thrusts, driving him utterly wild. The combined stimulation was more than he could bear. His world narrowed to the thick length claiming him from behind and Mistress’s skilled hand milking his cock. "Please... please, Mistress," he babbled, not even sure what he was begging for—release, more, everything. Vanessa leaned forward, her back arching as she pounded him a little harder. "Come for me, pet," she commanded, voice husky. With a strangled cry, Ethan obeyed. His orgasm crashed over him, cum spurting over Vanessa’s fingers and the sheets as he shook violently from head to toe. Vanessa held him through it, slowing her movements but keeping the pressure inside him as his muscles spasmed in ecstasy. When he finally slumped, spent and trembling, she carefully withdrew and turned him over. Ethan gazed up at her, chest heaving, eyes glazed in bliss. Vanessa smiled and removed the strap-on before crawling up beside him. She brought her slick fingers (still coated in his release) to his lips, and he dutifully licked them clean, tasting himself. "Good boy," she whispered, kissing him softly now, full of affection. Ethan melted into her arms, his body humming with satisfaction and love. Serving her desires had never felt so good.