Jessa
He was even easier to turn into a slave than I expected, quickly breaking under my feminine superiority. It was almost unbelievable how simple it was, tell him what to do and wave my feet in his face, and he lost complete control of himself.
It made me feel bad for my mother, that her man was so willing to risk it all just for the chance to worship his stepdaughter’s feet. It was sad how weak he was to his own lust, and it was a weakness I planned on exploiting to no end. I released him from the ballgag, and he took a deep breath of air.
“Now suck.” I said, holding myself by the base and wagging the strapon back and forth to lure him to it.
“Yes, mistress.” he said, leaning in with an open mouth, taking the rubber phallus into his mouth like the submissive little nothing that he
