Max knows how to torture her. She knows her better than anyone, she knows what buttons to press, how to tease her, she knows what Katya likes and more importantly what she doesn’t like. She knows Katya’s boundaries and she knows how to cross them



AN: I used dragnames and she/her pronouns but both Max and Katya are cis male in this. This is very smutty with Dom!Max and Sub!Katya and a lot of violence. Katya sayas “no” and “stop” a few times but everything is 100% consensual! Please read the tw in the tags. Thanks for reading! - Julie

Katya’s on the ground. She can’t move, her wrists are tied together behind her back. Her ankles are locked up against the back of her thighs and it hurts. She’s flexible but she’s been in this position for at least 30 minutes now, not being able to move. The only thing she can do is wiggle around but she’s lying on a rough carpet and she’s sure she’ll have rope burn in the morning. Her half hard dick is being pressed to the ground, trapped between her sweaty body and the carpet. A cock ring sits on its base, preventing her from getting fully hard and preventing her from cumming. And Katya’s sure she could come just from this. Max is sitting in a chair above her. Her heels pressed between Katya’s shoulder blades. It will leave a mark, two purple dots, Katya know this. It’s painful and when Max shifts the heels dig in even deeper. Katya bites down on the ball gag that Max had forced between her lips. It’s hard to swallow and Katya is drooling like crazy. She can feel her spit on her chin and a damp patch on the carpet. It’s gross and Katya feels disgusting but at the same time she’s incredibly turned on and because of this she feels even more disgusting.

She doesn’t know what Max is doing, she can’t turn her head. She has tried it, wanting to see what Max was up to but she had kicked the back of her head forcefully and Katya doesn’t dare to try to look again. Her best guess is that she’s reading something on her phone and ignoring that Katya is there. The room is quite, Max hasn’t said a word since she pushed Katya on the ground harshly, kicked her side once and growled: “Don’t move, slut!”

The only thing that can be heard are Katya’s occasional whimpers when Max digs her heels deeper into her back.

Suddenly she can feel the pressure lifted from her skin as Max stands up. Katya’s trapped between her legs and she can feel a hand grabbing her short hair. She’s almost completely out of drag but Max had insisted that she’d put on a smoky eye. Katya knows that she intends to make her cry later, Max loves to see the black mascara running down her cheeks, loves to see her sobbing and broken, loves to break her. Katya doesn’t know what’s coming and how she’ll make her cry. Maybe she’ll hit her, maybe she’ll tease her without letting her come, maybe she’ll degrade her. Katya doesn’t know. All she knows that she wants to cry for Max.

Max is in full drag and she looks stunning. She’s wearing a tight black leather skirt and a dark green shirt with a harness over it. A gray wig and blood red lips. Katya had dropped to her knees immediately when she saw her earlier. Max had chuckled and called her pathetic.

And now Max’s fingers are in her hair and she can feel her nails scraping her scalp and then Max yanks her head back and Katya lets out a scream that gets muffled by the gag. Her arms are in a really uncomfortable position now and Max tightens her grip. Katya whimpers in pain. Max lets go and pushes her head down. Katya yelps when she hits the hard carpet and she can feel her cheek burning. Her nose lands in the puddle of drool that has formed. She lies still, not daring to move and she can hear the clacking of Max’s heels as she walks over to the cupboard. She can hear that Max is moving slowly and she knows that she’s teasing her. She still hasn’t said a word because she knows that it drives Katya crazy. Katya longs to be called a whore, pathetic, worthless, she gets off on it. But Max rarely gives her that pleasure. She hates the silence, hates being so aware of her own breathing, her own whimpers and Max knows how to torture her. She knows her better than anyone, she knows what buttons to press, how to tease her, she knows what Katya likes and more importantly what she doesn’t like. She knows Katya’s boundaries and she knows how to cross them.

And now she’s back, standing next to her and Katya can hear her calm breathing. Katya herself is breathing loud and fitfully and the thought that Max is so in control over her own breathing, not even phased by Katya’s bound and gagged body, sends shivers down her spine.

“Look at you”, Max says. It sounds like a statement and she doesn’t say ‘you look pathetic’ or ‘I’m going to break you’ because she knows that that’s what Katya wants, needs to hear. It’s psychological torture and Katya whimpers around the gag. Katya feels a sharp pain across her cheek and it takes her a moment to realize that Max has slapped her with a riding corp.

“Be quite”, she orders and Katya can feel the heat spreading in her cheek as the pain lingers. Max trails the corp over her naked body slowly. It’s a light touch but Katya feels like she’s burning. When the corp comes down a second time hard across her ass she sinks her teeth into the gag to not scream. The corp comes down a second and a third time. Each slap is harder then the one before and Katya’s ass is on fire but the slaps come down relentlessly. Katya tries to squirm away but she can’t move and only ends up rubbing her half hard dick against the uncomfortable carpet. Tears begin to form in her eyes and fall down her cheek and Katya knows that Max now has her at the point where she wants her. A final hard slap lands on her backside with a loud crack and Katya is sure she wont be able to sit for days but she’s also sure that this was only the beginning, a warm-up for Max. She can hear the clacking of Max’s heels as she walks around Katya. She crouches down before Katya and cups her face, gently lifting it up to force her to look at her. Katya can only see her blurred through the tears but she can see that she’s smiling. She drags her thumb over Katya’s left cheek, wiping away her tears and simultaneously smudging her make-up that only served this one purpose. Max reaches behind her head and unfastens the ball gag. Katya coughs and splutters as it is being pulled from between her teeth, drool running down her chin.

“You look disgusting”, Max states and Katya closes her eyes, thankful that Max has finally given her what she craves. Max reaches for a tissue and wipes around her mouth, collecting most of the drool. She sets it aside and looks at Katya, almost as if she were pitying her. Katya can only imagine what a sight she must be. Red eyes, tear stained cheeks, smudged makeup and an ass redder than a tomato. Max pulls her closer and starts attacking her mouth with her own, forcing her tongue between Katya’s lips. She bites down on her bottom lip and Katya can taste blood. When Max pulls back, her lipstick is smudged and Katya knows that most of it is around her own mouth now. She imagines she looks like a total whore.

Max stands up again and rams her heel into Katya’s back again. It must be the same spot where it was sitting before because the pain Katya feels is unbearable and Katya screams. Max only pushes down harder and Katya is a mess underneath her, trying to squirm away from this pain.

“No, no, no, stop, stop, Max, please, stop, please”, she cries and Max laughs, pushing the heel deeper one last time before finally lifting it. Katya is panting now and tears are falling from her eyes again. Max kicks her and it’s not hard, not even painful but Katya screams anyway. Max turns her over so Katya is lying on her back. Katya’s heels dig into her thighs as the weight of her own body is put onto them. Her arms, still bound at the wrists are uncomfortably trapped between her still aching back and the carpet. Her ass still stings, it’s probably bruising already, and Katya hisses when she feels the uncomfortable material digging into the forming welts. However the pressure is now lifted from her dick and Katya is thankful, but only for a second. Then she sees Max picking up the corp again and feels it slowly being dragged down her chest in the direction of her penis and balls.

“Max no”, Katya whimpers, “please, please, no. Max, please!”, she begs. And Max stops right at the edge of the silver cock ring. Katya is breathing hard, she can see her chest rising.

“You beg so prettily”, Max whispers and Katya closes her eyes in relieve.

“But not pretty enough”, and with that the corp comes down on her dick. The slaps are not as hard as the ones on her ass, not by far but they still hurt like crazy. Her dick is incredibly sensitive and Max delivers the slaps at a quick pace. Katya can only scream. Max suddenly stops.

“Tell me your safeword!”, she demands and Katya is glad that the slaps have stopped. She’s breathing heavily and tears are streaming down her face.

“Katy Perry”, she pants. Because when she hears Katy Perry all she wants is for it to stop.

Max waits for a few seconds. When Katya doesn’t say it again she delivers one last hard slap. This time it lands on her balls and Katya rolls over in pain. Max stands up and Katya can hear her unzipping her skirt. She walks around Katya again to crouch in front of her. Katya can see that she’s hard and she can feel her own cock twitching. Max trails a finger down Katya’s cheek, probably tracing down the black line one of her tears has left behind. Then she strikes her hard across the face once and Katya can’t even scream anymore. She just whimpers and Max chuckles lightly. Then she begins to untie her wrists but Katya isn’t naive. She knows that she’s not done with her.

“Such a whore”, Max mutters in her ear as she unfastens the ropes that had bound her arms and legs together, “such a good little whore for me. You cry so beautifully.” Katya whimpers again, as Max rubs her hands over Katya’s numb arms to get the feeling back.

“You’re so pathetic. Getting off on me hitting you. On me treating you like the slut you are”, she whispers and Katya knows that she’s done good, that this is her reward. She closes her eyes and savors Max’s harsh words as she touches her gently.

“Open your mouth”, Max orders and Katya obeys. Max’s hands lie on her chest and she is playing with Katya’s nipples.

“You disgust me”, she simply says and then she spits into Katya’s mouth.

“Swallow it”, she commands and Katya does. She feels filthy and she loves this feeling, this feeling of being used.

Max hands wander down and she begins to slowly stroke Katya’s cock. Katya groans, it is still incredibly sensitive from the slaps she’s received. But it feels so good and Katya can feel her orgasm building as she moans loudly. But the cock ring prevents her from finding release and Katya becomes frustrated. She bucks her hips and fucks into Max’s hand which tightens around her cock, holding her in place.

“Do you really believe you’re going to come tonight?”, Max chuckles and she retreats her hand. Katya whines in frustration.

“Please, Max”, she begs, “please let me come. I’ve been so good, please”, she feels the tears building in her eyes again and she feels so pathetic. Crying because she doesn’t get to come.

“Katya”, Max says and Katya moans at the sound of Max saying her name, “Katya”, she says again, “You will not come tonight.” Katya is full on crying now. She feels so dumb crying over this but it’s not stopping her.

“But why?”, Katya sobs and Max slaps her hard across the face. Katya gasps in shock.

“Because I say so”, Max growls, “do you seriously believe you’re in a place to question me right now?” Katya shakes her head, her cheek burns.

“Good”, Max says and stands up, towering over her.

“On your knees”, Max commands and Katya needs a bit to find her balance. Max walks around her and picks up the rope again.

“Hands behind your back”, she says and Katya knows better than to disobey now. Max quickly ties her wrists back together. It’s tighter than before and Katya knows that this is her punishment.

“Open your whore mouth”, Max says and Katya does. She pushes her hard dick inside of Katya’s mouth, all the way in. Katya chokes and Max pulls out just to slam her dick back into her mouth. She does this while holding the back of Katya’s head tightly, pulling at her hair. She fucks Katya’s mouth and throat, using them as if they belong to her. And maybe they do.

Katya chokes and tears are falling down her cheeks again but she’s certain that there is no makeup left that she could cry off. When Max comes, she holds Katya’s head in place while her dick is all the way down in Katya’s mouth. Her nose is nestled in Max’s pubes and Katya can feel the warm cum running down her throat. She can’t breath, Max is choking her and she can’t tap out because her hands are bound behind her back. She is making panicked noises but Max holds her in place relentlessly until she’s swallowed every last drop of her cum. When she finally retreats Katya is coughing and gasping for air. Max slaps her across he face once more and pushes her back down onto the carpet. Then she walks off, without saying a word, leaving Katya coughing and spluttering on the floor, wrists tied together and dick painfully hard.