Slave Decimus

Two days later, and my upper lip still hurts from where the steel ring from Mistress' strapon banged against my mouth relentlessly, while I was lying on my back and she furiously face-fucked me, rubbing her dripping wet pussy against my tongue and face, smearing her juices all over my chin and lips. I had been told to just stick my tongue out and not to move, so I did just that, of course. 

My hope for her to orgasm and cum all over my face was heightened, I must say, a little by the hope that the grinding of the steel on my teeth with only my upper lip as a cushion in between would then maybe stop. But it was so worth it. I don't always get the chance to pleasure Mistress, because I am merely a useless piece of meat with an ass she can fuck, but she had been quite horny during that session.

She even allowed me to cum, and - of course - made me clean it all up with her tongue. Lucky me, that a few drops had landed on her feet, and so I was granted the permission to slowly lick her magnificent toes and clean them up from the sperm that had splattered there.

I get hard just from thinking about it.