Slut-boy blinks up at me. He glances at the ceiling mirror, swallows again and licks his dry lips. Then he makes his decision.
“I will take it on my belly, Goddess.”
“Good,” I sneer. “That’s fitting for a sniveling little worm like you!”
Slut-boy flushes with shame. Yet he doesn’t hesitate to obey my next orders.
“In that case, take that long cylindrical bolster from under your head, position it lengthwise in the center of the bed, straddle it with your body and lie down atop it. You’ll want your face right at the end, so you can grip it with your teeth.”
While he obeys me I take a minute to generously lube up. Surely this will be the tightest hole I’ve ever had! When I turn back, Slut-boy is lying as directed atop that thick, firm bolster, and clutching it with his arms and legs. But
