Sub Slave D's heart races as Mistress T leads him into the dungeon, his wrists bound behind his back. She pushes him to his knees, and he can feel the cold stone floor against his skin. She grabs his hair, pulling his head back, and he looks up at her, his eyes filled with desire and fear. She smirks, knowing exactly what he wants. She wraps her hand around his throat, squeezing as she begins to fuck his mouth, her hips thrusting forward, her pussy grinding against his face. D's eyes water, but he takes it, eager for more, eager for the rough, choking fucking he's been craving.