Savannah dressed in black shorts, a black halter top and boots for her little private party. The hazel eyed beauty with light brown hair and a penchant for S&M intended to punish her assistant, James and the girl he brought to her house for an S&M session without her permission. They were both going to pay for that indiscretion and she was going to enjoy it. James and the girl, Sheena, a slim girl with honey blonde hair arrived on time as she had commanded. She let them know of her displeasure in her own unique way.

After she’d sufficiently tortured the girl with nipple clamps and fucked her with a strap-on, in which she came in a sweet wet mess as James watched from a corner and masturbated as commanded, she was now time for round two. James had to be taught who the boss really was in her sex club establishment.

Savannah led the naked Sheena and James upstairs. They entered a room and stood in place as Savannah stepped forward to whip off the bed cover to show a barred cage under the bed. Sheena and James’ eyes flew open at the sight of the bondage bed with shackles on the four metal posters on the bed frame. The cage was three feet high with thick steel bars and it ran the perimeter of the entire full size bed. Savannah opened the door at the foot of the bed.

“Get in there, you stupid slut,” she snarled.

Sheena dropped to her hands and knees and crawled into bed’s cage. Savannah closed the door and latched it shut. It amused Savannah to see the girl peering through the bars. She never felt so in control in her life. She crossed the room to a secretary desk, pulled out a pair of padded handcuffs from its drawer and returned to James. Her eyes glittered with excitement.

“Take off your shirt.”

“Savannah-”

“Take it off!”

He did as he was told, hanging it on the back of a chair.

“Pants, shoes, socks. Come on. Hurry up.”

His eyes never left his as he undressed, folding his clothes before neatly placing them upon a nearby chair. She took his wrist and snapped on the cuffs before lifting his cuffed wrists and attaching them to the restraint on top of one of the bed’s four posters. He looked over his shoulder at her. Her eyes locked onto his.

“I’m going to teach you not to mess with me.”

She slowly pulled down his underwear to his toes before returning to the vanity where she picked up a hairbrush and a bottle of oil. He tensed up against his bonds as he eyed her oiling up the brush behind him.

“No,” he said. “Please.”

“But I must.”

She shoved it up his ass, past the sphincters. His arms strained against the cuffs and he gritted his teeth to endure the discomfort. As she gently worked the slippery handle inside him, she began to move it in and out. It rubbed against his prostate gland, becoming oddly pleasurable the bound man.

She leaned her warm body against him, her breasts pressed against his back, as he fought to keep himself stead in his bonds.

She cooed, “Have you learned who’s the boss of this domain?”

He groaned, “Yes.”

He cried out as she shoved the brush so high into him that the bristle scraped his butt cheeks.

“Yes, what?” she asked.

“Yes, mistress.”

His balls tightened as she continue to shove and pull the brush in and out of his tight ass. His throbbing hard-on ached for release. His cock looked as though it would burst from its skin. The way his body reacted to her torture excited her. She wanted to make him cum without touching him. She pushed the brush all the way inside him until it held there on its own.

She hissed into his ear, “Don’t you let that brush fall out of your ass or I’ll whip you.”

She released his bound wrists which descended until he held them over his genitals.

“On your knees.”

He dropped to his knees before the bed. His thighs brushed the cage’s cold bars.

Savannah bent down, peering into the cage to see Sheena frightened as she huddled against the wall. Savannah puckered her lips to make kissing noises and softly said, “Come here little kitty. Come here.”

Sheena crawled towards the cages bars. Savannah grabbed James’ penis and guided it inside the bars.

“Suck it. Suck it like a good girl. No hands and swallow it. Swallow it all.”

With her face against the bars, Sheena took his hard shaft into her mouth and sucked as commanded. Savannah took a seat upon the bed and straddled James’ face with her thighs. She grabbed his head by the hair and pulled it up. She slapped his cheek before shoving his head between her legs. She clamped her thighs to his head until his entire face was completely pressed into her pussy. His muffled words vibrated into her muff. She held him there, watching Sheena suck him in the reflection of a mirror on the opposite walls. Within a minute, his cries reverberated between her thighs and shook her snatch as he began to cum. She watched as his hips pressed forward against the bars as Sheena’s lips clung to his throbbing cock. When he stopped his ruckus, she lifted his head up by the hair. His face was wet with her juice.

She said, “Now that we have an understanding, I’m the Marquis, lord and master of this domain. You will respect me. Do we have an understanding?”

He nodded.

“Now lick me clean.”

He buried his head back into her crotch. She caressed it and sighed as his tongue lapped at her thighs and pussy lips.

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