Ava dressed as a Cheerleader and Slave Grants Ass

Mistress Lynne

This is Mistress Lynne writing from the underground mansion. Today, Slave Grant who is checked into The Bedroom of the Reckoning, is receiving a pre-paid scene in his dungeon with hot Ava. His wrists and ankles are locked to the corners of the fluffy purple bed, his face buried deep in the pillow. The heavy chastity cage squeezes his tiny dick flat against his body, the cold metal pressing into his skin with every shallow breath. He can hear the dungeon door open behind him, followed by the click of Ava's heels on the stone floor. "I am here today, Slave Grant, by way of your pre-paid scene about a total reckoning.... in your ass"? Slave Grants tiny, locked penis starting to trigger the electric shock function. Ava sees this and says, "well, I guess so. Shall we begin then"?

Ava stops at the foot of the bed, staring at Slave Grant's spread ass and the locked tiny penis cage between his legs. Ava is dressed as a cheerleader with a stylish purple cheer uniform, coordinated purple sneakers and a purple hair ribbon. A pre-paid outfit request made by Slave Grant. Ava has a bright, playful smile and carries herself with confidence and charisma. "I hope you can keep up, Slave Grant, you have been such naughty naughty boy". Ava drops the thick stack of cash on the side table, payment already made, his pre-paid agreement for the harm that will come next. Ava climbs onto the mattress without a word and straps on her big purple cock, a 13 inch model of a perfect male cock of the great Harry the Handler. Ava's fingers grip his hips hard enough to bruise as she lines up the thick strap-on she strapped on before entering. Without warning, Ava drives the entire length straight into his ass in one brutal thrust, burying it to the hilt. "NOOOOOOOOOO" says Slave Grant. "Yesssss," whispers Ava, "you prepaid for that one baby boy". Ava smiles.

Grant's muffled cry disappears into the pillow. Ava pulls back and slams in again, harder, setting a punishing rhythm that makes the bed frame creak. Each thrust forces his caged cock to twitch uselessly inside the metal prison, precum leaking from the tip but unable to escape. She leans forward, grabs a fistful of his hair, and yanks his head back while she keeps pounding his ass without mercy. "You paid for this baby boy," she whispers over and over into his ear, driving the strap-on deeper with every word. "And I'm going to use every inch of this thick long hard purple cock." She reaches under him, gives the chastity cage a sharp tug, then goes back to gripping his hips as she fucks him relentlessly, the wet sounds of the strap-on stretching his hole like never before, his screams filling the purple underground dungeon.

Ava's hips snap forward again and again, driving the thick purple strap-on deep into Slave Grant's stretched hole with every thrust. The purple sheets bunch under his knees as she pounds him without pause, the wet slap of purple strap on against his ass echoing off the dungeon walls. Ava reaches down again and grabs the chastity cage, yanking it backward while she slams into his ass harder. "This tiny, locked dick isn't getting anything tonight, an agreement to cum requires a one-million-dollar pre-paid cash tip to Mistress Lynne first". Grant's muffled groans disappear into the pillow while his hole clenches around the invading length. Thinking to himself, $1,000,000... cash.... and I could have cum tonight while Ava fucks my ass raw with a 13-inch purple strap on wearing a purple cheerleader outfit. Yep, that was definitely a mistake. Slave Grant realizes this immediately. Fear now takes over, with no pre-paid cum contract in sight tonight, he is going to be throbbing through his tiny cock cage. This is not going to be easy for him. He may need Nurse Charlotte. That's going to cost him

Ava pulls out completely, leaving his ass gaping, then slams back in with brutal force. She grabs both of his chained ankles and spreads them wider, changing the angle so the strap-on hits deeper with each punishing thrust. The metal cage swings between his legs with every impact, his useless cock straining against the tight confinement. "You paid for this," she reminds him, voice so soft and sweet, "and I'm going to use your ass for a reckoning that will blow your mind but not your wad, you silly boy." She leans her full weight forward, pressing his face deeper into the pillow while her hips piston relentlessly, fucking his ass with the same thick strap-on over and over until the entire bed frame shakes and the stone walls begin to crumble.

Ava's hand shoots out and grabs a fistful of Grant's hair, yanking his head back as she drives the strap-on deeper into his ass. Her hips slam forward without mercy, burying the thick purple 13-inch strap on cock to the hilt with each brutal thrust. The bed creaks and rocks beneath them as she fucks him harder, her grip on his chained wrists tightening until her knuckles turn white.

She reaches between his spread legs and grabs the chastity cage, pulling it down sharply while she pounds into him. The metal presses painfully against his flattened cock as she twists it, forcing a strangled sound from his throat. "Your tiny dick stays locked while I wreck your ass," she growls, slamming into him again. The wet sounds of the strap-on stretching his hole fill the room as she sets a punishing rhythm. Slave Grant screams for help, but no one is around. He pre-paid his absolute alone time with Ava.

After 3 hours of pre-paid ass fucking by Ava. She pulls out completely, leaving his ass empty and gaping, hurting, goggling, then slams back in with full force. A grand finale, if you will. She grabs his hips with both hands, her clawed shaped purple nails digging into his skin hard enough to leave marks and uses the leverage to fuck him even deeper. Each thrust drives the strap-on against his prostate, making his useless cock twitch uselessly inside the cage.

She leans down, pressing her chest against his back as she continues to thrust. "You paid for every inch of this," she whispers in his ear. "And I'm going to give you every fucking inch." Her hips snap forward again and again, the strap-on disappearing completely into his stretched hole with each thrust while Grant's face stays buried in the pillow, his muffled cries lost in the purple fabric. And the, a timer, a ringing so pierce. Slave Grant's pre-paid session is over. Ava pulls out, stops immediately, and leaves immediately. Slave Grant has not paid for after care or even to be untied from the purple bed. His ass will just remain there, bleeding, hurt, shit stained and exposed until his cheap ass self pays up and stops being so self-serving.

Slave Grant, your pre-paid fantasy ended early because you were on a budget? Please.....