As Mistress Jamie slapped Mark’s face repeatedly with the dildo, not hard by the way, just persistently, she asked, “What is this Mark?” Mark was very uncomfortable – physically and psychologically. For the moment, he desperately wanted out of this situation. By this point, he could not even remember exactly how he had gotten in it. He searched his thoughts for something to say that might earn him an escape. He considered begging her to let him loose, but quickly calculated that would probably not work and might just anger her. He had a bit of a sense of the answer that she wanted him to say… But being in that position and with her slapping his face with that thing, and rubbing it on his face, he didn’t want to say that.

So after a short contemplation, Mark answered, “A strapon dildo, Mistress Jamie,” Which it was. It was a strapon dildo. It was a very lifelike strapon dildo. It had a pronounced bulbous perfectly shaped head, It had a thick veiny ridged shaft around which Jamie had a firm grip, her fingers encircling it the same way he gripped his own hard dick. It was hefty, but not large. Firm and fleshy. It had fake balls. She kept hitting his cheeks with it, tapping his mouth with it, pressing it against this face. He knew it was a strapon dildo but it felt like it was something else.

After a moment, Jamie said, with a firmness and intensity, “This is my COCK, you pathetic little bitch.” And simultaneously, while still holding a handful of his hair with her left hand, she released the shaft of the strapon and slapped his face with her right hand. She stared aggressively in his eyes, and he had a hard time keeping his eyes up to her gaze. “This is my FUCKING COCK, you fucking bitch slut, and I’m going to FUCK YOU WITH IT!”

She was very intense now but also had an evil smile on her face, not quite laughing but clearly enjoying all this. Mark was almost in a full panic now. This Jamie was not fully familiar to him. His heart was racing and he strained to move, pulling at his restraints. Jamie laughed a sadistic laugh. “You can’t get away, my bitch-boy. You can’t get away because you know deep down you don’t really want to get away.” She pressed the cock against his face, now teasing him with it. “You don’t want to get away. You WANT to be dominated by your Mistress. Don’t you, Mark?” She was staring into his eyes. He was looking tentatively, nervously back at her, but he did not hesitate even for one moment this time. He spoke softly yet clearly, “Yes Mistress Jamie. I want you to dominate me.”

Jamie loved this torture of Mark so much, she laughed another cruel sadistic laugh. She pressed her cock against his lips. He didn’t immediately open and start sucking it. But he did start to part them, start to let them ride around the head ever so slightly. He couldn’t believe it, but he had a strange feeling that he liked his Mistress pushing her strapon dildo to his lips. His lips had voluntarily parted almost imperceptibly. Almost. But Jamie had noticed and said to him, “No no no no no.”

She pulled the cock away from his lips. She held his head up again. “You’re going to have to ask for what it is that you want so bad, you eager little whore. Look at my cock, Mark. Look at my cock. Look at it. It’s hard and it’s right in front of your face. You know what you want me to do with it. You know you want to keep going. You know you want to be my bitch-boy.”

Mark stared at the cock that Jamie was holding right in front of his face. He gazed at the sight of his beautiful sexy girlfriend, naked except for this cock attached to her crotch. He saw the head of her cock pointing at his face. He saw her hand gripping the hard shaft of her cock. He could see the fake balls underneath her cock. He could see past her cock to her sexy bare hips encircled by the straps of the sexy leather harness. He could see his Mistress holding her cock in front of his mouth and he finally, fully, realized just then that she was right. He did have a need to be dominated by her. He had a need to be her bitch. He had a need for her to use him. He needed to serve her. He felt it, even if he was scared to admit it: had a need to suck his Mistress’ cock. Bad.

“Please, Mistress Jamie,” the words began to pour out of his mouth, “please let me suck your cock, Mistress. Please. I need to be dominated by you Mistress. I need to please you. I need to suck your cock, Mistress Jamie, please. Please make me your bitch. Please Mistress Jamie. Please. Please give me your cock.” He stunned himself as he heard what he was saying, but he was not stopping himself.

Jamie was also a bit stunned that he said so much without her having to prod it out of him word for word. He was alternately looking at her face and her cock, begging for it intently. She could see the need in his eyes. “Wow you really are a hungry desperate little whore!” She laughed. Without any more hesitation, she pushed the head of her cock straight through his lips and commanded, “SUCK MY COCK, MARK, YOU LITTLE BITCH!”

Mark had never sucked a cock ever before. He had never even had any specific fantasies about doing so. He knew Jamie was right – he needed to be dominated. But that was a vague feeling; this was the first time it had ever become so materially clear. However, being on the receiving end of many many blow jobs in his life, he knew what to do. And he did it.

Without any hesitation, Mark started sucking Mistress Jamie’s cock aggressively right away. He wrapped his lips tightly around the head and sucked it into his eager mouth. She had let go of his hair, but still her cock near the base. He didn’t need her holding his head because he was eager to please her. He was soon bobbing his head up and down, sucking her cock into and back out of his mouth. He could feel the hardness of the shaft slide through his wet lips. Feel its heft as it slid back and forth across his tongue.