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The male slut, bound and gagged, lies helpless on the bed, his eyes wide with fear and anticipation. The Mistress, her leather boots gleaming, stands over him, her strap-on a daunting promise of what's to come. She runs her gloved hands over his body, pinching and squeezing, leaving red welts in her wake. She leans down, her breath hot on his ear, whispering filthy promises of pain and pleasure. He whimpers, his cock hardening despite his predicament. She smiles, a cruel, excited smile, and climbs onto the bed. She straddles him, her boots pressing into his chest, and grabs his cock. She strokes it, her grip tight, her pace punishing. He gasps, his body arching, but she holds him down, her strength overpowering. She continues to stroke him, her pace relentless, until he's begging for release. Then, she stops, a wicked grin on her face. She leans down, her voice a low, commanding purr, "Not yet, slut. You'll cum when I say so."