The grand hall of the Femdom Court echoed with authority as I stood bound before Mistress Vespera, her piercing gaze and crimson lips curved in a sadistic smile. She presided with effortless dominance, her leather-clad form radiating power that made my pulse race despite the dread. "You stand accused of defiance against our order," she declared, voice laced with witty venom. "Guilty as charged—your sentence is restraint as our full-time human toilet. Any objections, or shall I assume your cock is already hard at the thought?"
I stammered a protest, but her laughter cut through like a whip. "Oh, darling, your words are as useless as your resistance. My pussy gets wet just imagining you dripping with purpose under my throne." Two attendants secured the restraints, locking me in place as she circled like a predator. "Witty enough for you? Begging won't save that ass of yours now."
Tension crackled as she leaned close, her breath hot on my ear. "You're horny already, aren't you? Feel that?" Her hand brushed my growing erection. I retorted with shaky wit, but she silenced me with a sharp command. "Save the banter for when you're useful."
She shed her garments with deliberate grace, revealing smooth skin glistening under the lights, then positioned herself above me. "Time for your first lesson—open wide, toilet boy." The act began with her guiding me into service, her strong thighs holding firm as I tasted her essence, the restraints biting deliciously.
Sweating and panting, she commanded a blowjob that turned feverish, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Suck harder—make that cock of mine throb with approval," she teased wittily, her dominance unyielding. I complied, the room filling with our mingled sounds as her pussy grew wetter, dripping onto my restrained form.
Her climax hit like a storm; she came with a fierce cry, cum flooding my mouth as her body shuddered above me, every inch of her strong and unapologetic. I followed, my own release mixing in the haze of restraint and raw submission to her will.
Mistress Vespera rose, adjusting her attire with a satisfied smirk, her eyes promising deeper torments ahead. "Not bad for day one—but the real games begin when the court reconvenes tomorrow."
This was merely the first taste of her eternal sentence.
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