The sting of the riding crop bites hard into his ass.  “Nineteen Mistress”, he breathes out, voice tinged with pain and pleasure. Again the crop comes down with a loud crack, “twenty Mistress” he cries out. “That is a good little slut” she croons, letting the crop run over his skin. Slowly she walks around his body, bound to a bench on all fours.

He listens to her boots, thigh high black PVC, tap against the floor. Unable to see her, or anything else for the mask in front of his eyes. “What to do with you next” she says, expecting a very specific answer. ” Anything you wish Mistress” he answers quickly. Laughing she steps in front of him, slapping the side of his face with something he immediately recognizes and opens his mouth wide as is expected of him.

Suddenly his mouth is full, her strap-on plunging in and out of his throat. She grabs a handful of his hair and speeds up, gagging him as she fucks his mouth. “Take it slut!” She says, thrusting the entire dildo down his throat and holding it until he is out of breath.

He gasps for breath as she pulls out, but quickly adds “thank you Mistress”.  “Just wait for your surprise slut” she laughs. She unlocks the cuffs holding him in place, and tells him to crawl behind her. Following the sound of her boots she leads him over to a table long enough for him to lay on from shoulder to hips, but with no support for his legs, and no support for his head.

Doing as he is instructed he climbs up onto the table and lays on his back, his head laying over the edge.