The room echoes with the wet sounds of the strap-on sliding in and out of the man's stretched mouth. His femdom, a vision in latex and heels, watches with cool detachment, her own arousal evident only in the slight flush of her cheeks. She guides him, her hands firm on his head, making him take her deeper, harder. "That's it, pet," she hisses, "Take your bi desires out on this cock. Show me how much you need it." He gags, tears streaming down his face, but he doesn't stop. He can't. Not until she says so.