Endless Morning
///Kara, a tall brunette with an athletic body, was the embodiment of strength and beauty. Her brown eyes sparkled with excitement as she greedily looked down at her slave lying beneath her. John, young and frail, was completely at her mercy, and she reveled in every moment of her control.///
The morning began early, at 5 o'clock, when the first rays of sun broke through the bedroom window. A woman's hand gently descended onto the young man's forehead and smoothly slid down his cheek.
"Wake up, sleepyhead," Kara said tenderly. "We have an unforgettable morning ahead of us."
John, still half-asleep, didn't immediately grasp the meaning of her words.
Kara was always full of surprises, and this day was no exception.She stood by the bed, hands on her hips, showcasing her beautiful body. Her long, straight hair cascaded over her shoulders. The only clothing she wore was a white sports top, accentuating her athletic figure. Her firm nipples were noticeable even through the top, but what drew far more attention was the generously lubricated strap-on stretched taut over Kara's hips.
The young man had met Kara relatively recently, and yet he had already grown accustomed to her specific "affections" and had even learned to sometimes enjoy them. However, his premonition wasn't the best, because one thing he knew for sure—all these tender preludes from his mistress were merely a beautiful deception.
"Today, you will be my MEAT," Kara whispered, leaning close to his ear, emphasizing the last word with a particularly predatory intonation. "And I'm going to have a good time playing with your ass."
John didn't have time to utter a word before Kara sharply turned his face into the mattress and pressed him against the soft surface. He felt her firmly grip his waist, pinning him down with her muscular body. The poor wretch understood he wouldn't be able to break free.
Kara began to move slowly but confidently, sinking the strap-on into his body. John moaned, first from pain, feeling his anus stretch to accommodate this huge phallus, then from pleasure as his body grew accustomed to the foreign object. Kara held him by the hair, forcing him to look straight ahead. She showed no compassion; his cries and moans were music to her ears.
The young man had already lost track of time, and Kara tirelessly continued her dance of domination. Her movements became sharper and faster, making John scream from both pain and pleasure. She controlled his every breath, every moan, and this excited her even more.
"Do you feel how I'm taking possession of you? How I'm filling you from the inside?" Kara whispered, moving faster and faster. John could only nod, feeling his member stiffen with arousal.
The girl accelerated her pace, her movements becoming increasingly harsh. John could no longer hold back his moans; his voice filled with pleas for mercy, but Kara only smiled, reveling in his suffering.
John tried to resist, but his feeble attempts were useless. Kara was stronger, and she used her superiority to completely subdue him.
"Don't you dare scream, slave! You must accept my power with gratitude!" she shouted, slapping his buttocks.
She pressed his face into the bed, not allowing him any chance to escape, and continued to fuck him mercilessly without giving him a break.
Hours passed, and Kara showed no signs of fatigue. Her pace remained just as intense, while John felt his strength draining. He had just opened his mouth to beg for mercy when Kara firmly pressed his face into the pillow, robbing him of the ability to speak.
John felt his body growing weaker with every second. He was already on the verge of exhaustion, and finally, when the time passed noon, Kara reached her peak. Her body tensed, she threw her head back, letting out a loud moan of pleasure. John felt her juices spreading over his buttocks, and at that moment, he too reached orgasm, despite the pain and humiliation.
Kara slowly pulled out the strap-on and lay down on the other half of the bed. Enjoying the sensation of power, the girl unceremoniously shoved her slave onto the floor. Exhausted, John sprawled on his back next to the bed.
Taking less than a minute to recover from the intense orgasm, Kara sat on the edge of the mattress and dangled her magnificent legs right down to the face of her breathless slave.
"You held up quite well, MEAT," she said mockingly. "But I'm not finished with you yet. I devoted a lot of my energy and attention to you, so now, as a thank you, you will kiss my feet, and then you will suck my toes one by one until I get bored."
John turned his head. Kara's right foot was a couple of centimeters from his face. The poor wretch slightly opened his mouth, but he didn't even have the strength to tense his neck and move closer to his mistress's feet.
"Come on, baby, pull yourself together, I don't want to do everything myself," Kara said playfully, lightly teasing John's lower lip with her big toe. "You know, I'm not the least bit tired, so if you don't want us to continue our marathon, you'd better make an effort."
The mere thought that his torment could resume instantly sobered his mind, but there was simply nowhere for strength to come from. Trying to do at least something, the young man stuck out his tongue and slightly moistened his mistress's cherry pedicure. He tried, but his fatigue was obvious, and Kara noticed it.
"A pitiful sight," she said in a neutral tone, then stood up and headed to her closet, where, besides clothes, all her toys were also kept.
"Well, since your lower hole turned out to be much more resilient than your upper one, we'll continue to test the limits of its endurance." With these words, she unstrapped the previous phallus from the harness and replaced it with another one, slightly longer and thicker.
John found the strength to utter a few words.
"Please, Kara, I can't take any more," the poor wretch pleaded, his voice trembling.
Kara only laughed in response, her laughter coarse and provocative. She walked over to him and stood right above him, straddling him with one leg.
"Don't you like it when I fuck you in the ass? But you're my slave, and I'll do whatever I want with you," she said, looking down at him, hands on her hips.
John felt fear gripping his body as he saw the size of this dildo. Kara, noticing his reaction, smirked.
"Don't be afraid, my little slave. I'll be gentle," the mistress whispered.
Kara picked him up like a rag doll and dropped him onto the bed face down. She pressed her chest firmly against his back, ready to begin a new round... But suddenly, the girl abruptly jumped up.
"Oh dear, oh dear, I just realized that last time I forgot to lube you up inside!!!" Her voice held a clear note of concern. It was as if the playful sadist had been swapped for a shy, inexperienced student trying strap-on sex with her boyfriend for the first time. "Poor thing, so that's why you were screaming so much. But it's okay, I'll be right back, don't go anywhere."
Of course, John couldn't have gone anywhere even if he wanted to, but the thought that the continuation might indeed be softer calmed him a little. Kara ran to the bathroom and literally returned to the bed in half a minute. Behind John's back, the tube squelched a few times, and a couple of drops of lube touched the walls of his anus. The former assailant continued to squeeze the packaging, but the sounds clearly indicated it was empty.
"Damn, it's empty, wait, I'll run and get a new one," Kara sighed with concern and ran to the bathroom again. This time she was gone a little longer. She returned unhurriedly, calmly taking her usual place on the bed. The girl sighed and gently stroked her young man's head, then suddenly grabbed his hair and pulled his head towards her, slightly lifting it.
"Can you imagine... IT'S ALL GONE!!!" Not a trace of the sudden concern remained, and with these words, Kara violently thrust the strap-on into John to its full length. His scream echoed through the room, eliciting a ringing laugh from the girl.
"So you still have the strength to scream!!"
The mistress fucked him mercilessly, her movements strong and rhythmic. John continued to scream, but Kara didn't stop.
The day smoothly transitioned into evening, and it grew dark outside, but Kara seemed to only gain more strength. Her eyes burned, and she enjoyed every minute of her undeniable superiority.
John was on the verge of breaking down; his body trembled, and his mind begged for mercy. But Kara had no intention of stopping; she was obsessed with the idea of breaking his will and forcing her slave to experience pleasure through pain.
John could no longer think clearly; his body was filled with pain and pleasure simultaneously. And then, suddenly, Kara paused, leaving him in suspense. She leaned close to his ear; her breath was hot and excited.
"Do you want me to stop?" she said seductively.
John, unable to contain his desires, quietly nodded.
"Good. But remember, I can always continue," she said, slowly rising from his body.
John, exhausted and humiliated, lay on the couch, watching as Kara, satisfied with her dominance, gracefully left the room.
Reaching the doorway, Kara turned around.
"You know, the way you half-heartedly attended to my feet is completely unforgivable. But, you pleasantly surprised me with your sudden burst of endurance at the end. I think tomorrow we'll go to my gym and test you again." After these words, the sternness of her face gradually gave way to a playful smile. "Anyway, I'm not angry with you, even though I didn't receive the gratitude you owed me. Perhaps I should schedule a long foot fetish session for you..." On these words, she left the room, and her voice continued to sound in the hallway. "...We'll instill in you a sense of beauty, not just fear."
Her speech concluded with loud laughter, which could be heard until she entered her room and closed the door.