Tipping Point -- Chapter 1: Blow by Blow

With her finger still in his ass he feels her other hand caressing his right ass cheek. Her finger turns and rotates. She pushes in farther. He gasp. She pushes against his prostate. She is pumping it. She is milking him.
Her other hand leaves his ass. He hear an audible click and a slap. The plastic bottle makes contact with the floor and bounces for a few seconds before touching his left foot. He flinch.
She is stroking and squeezing his weenie. Little droplets ooze from his weenie.
“Mistress.”
He groans. He can't give anymore.
“Mistress?”
“Lindsay.”
“Mistress.”
“What is it, Lindsay?”
“he don't think he can give more from his weenie.”
“Okay.”
She removes her hand from his weenie.

She stands erect. He feel her finger slide out of his ass. She stands close to his body.
he feel her hips against his flaming ass. Her skin is cool compared to the heat radiating from his butt cheeks. He feel her hardness between his legs.
“Are you going to fuck him?”
his voice sounds squeaky and high pitched. In anticipation, he bring his legs together.
“Yes. But not here. Get off of the desk.”
he place his arms under his chest and push himself up to a leaning position.
“You need to crawl into the bedroom so we can take a shower.”
his knees buckle. He fall off of the desk. With one strong arm, she catches him, lifts him up, and lays him on the floor, at her feet.

his little weenie is sated, but his ass hurts so fucking bad.
he see the wet butt plug lying on the wooden floor.
She squats beside him.
She grabs his weenie and re-inserts the gold sounding rod. After tying the end of sounding rod to his weenie, she takes his chin in her hand.
With one hand, she forces him to look at her face. He reach for her. We embrace. She kisses him passionately.
Before he is ready, she pulls herself from his arms. She stands up.

He looks to his left he see his reflection in the mirror, once more. He sees himself, now, defeated—sitting on the floor by her feet—reaffirms his place in her world.

On the ground, at her feet, he is her bitch.