It's time to increase the ante. Our sissy bitch is really about to get familiar with the scent of her Mistresses. Goddess Nyx, Natalie Carnot, and I each pull down our leggings bit by bit so that we can really rub in the smell of our sweaty, stinky asses all over our cheerleader slut's face. Can she fit all of our asses on her face at once?

Today's game is a stop-and-go jerk off instruction inspired by my perfect ass. The rules are simple: go means jerk off, stop means stop. Will you be able to cum with my ass gyrating in front of you, teasing you into oblivion? Good luck!

After that CBT tease, I'm in the mood to ruin gimpy's sexual predilections even more. I start jerking him off, stroking him with my hands to see how horny I can make him. I want him rock hard for what I'm about to tell him. The harder he is, the easier he is to control, humiliate, and deny. I spit all over his cock, edging him even closer and closer...only to tell him that I'm getting ready for a hot date with my bull fuckbuddy tonight... Of course, after teasing my slave gimpy, giving him the bondage handjob of his life and then dropping the bomb that I'm about to go get fucked by a better man than him, it's time to really condition his humiliation with arousal. I want him to know that his sexual identity isn't that of a man -- it's of a cuck. My cuck. I've turned him into this cuck, trained his cock to get hard for it, and will continue enacting his sexual humiliation because it pleases me. I strap a Venus 2000 milking machine to his cock, letting it suck away at him until he cums. And then I leave it on him, a post-orgasm torment to remind him that it's not about his pleasure. I'm off to my date, and I throw a sheet over him to hide his unsightly presence. He's not a human, he's just a bitch, after all.

As she gets flattened more and more, Nyx, Natalie, and I bring on the pressure. We begin to butt drop over her face and body, making her sniff our asses in between. She breathes us in, her body thoroughly squished and restrained with our sweaty gym asses. We've covered her entire body with the scent of our asses, and now everybody knows she's our ass sniffing bitch.

Wearing latex gets me so sweaty, and that's perfect for a thirsty armpit slut like yourself, isn't it? Lucky for you, I love to have my armpits sniffed, and cleaned. You're so horny and weak for my pits, the perfect toy to worship my pits the way I like. And if you're a very good armpit bitch, I might even let you cum.

PART I. It's been so long since slave g has come around for his regular beating, and I'm excited to put him in his place. His skin is bare of marks, but that will surely change by the time I'm finished with him. I start off with a leather strap, whipping his back and ass red...and that's just a warm up. PART II. After a generous warm up, I'm itching to get to the real sadism. I pull out my signal whip, ready to flay his back and ass to piece. Stroke after stroke, lightning fast and with deft precision on his body causes him to howl in pain. He will need to learn how to take every crack like a good bitch. PART III. My beginning strokes on my little signal whip were just the beginning. It's time to take out my five foot bullwhip (measuring a total of 7 ft from handle to cracker). I snap it a couple of times, striking the fear of Goddess into him and reminding him who's boss. And then it's time to break his back, striking him with expert strokes from my long whip. PART IV. I'm not done with my slave yet. His back may be marked up from my whippings, but his ass is still a clean canvas for me to paint red. I take out my cane, hitting him with powerful parallel strokes on his ass. Each judicial strike reminds him of why he needs regular beatings, his skin soft and weak from not having served me in years. I take pleasure in watch him cower in fear with every hit of my rattan cane. PART V. The final implement to finish my slave off: the paddle. Hard, wide, and fast. A bone-rattler. He will be beat to every inch of his life, until his ass skin is utterly broken and raw. After this, there is no going back. The seal of skin has been broken, ripped apart by my heavy paddle strokes. I make him lick the crimson waste of his ass off.

Few things are sexier than a hogtie. Your complete helplessness as all your limbs are bound to yourself (and maybe elsewhere), my excitement growing as I remove freedom from your body bit by bit. First, a hood and blindfold to take your sight away. Then I tighten a bondage belt, boots, thigh cuffs, chest harness, and armbinders to your body. Finally, I chain it all together into a classic hogtie, each click tightening my hold over your body. But the piece de resistance? I begin hoisting all of it higher and higher, pulling your back into a tenuous arch. You're fucked.

I know what hungry toilets like you are thinking about when you see my perfect ass cheeks in latex. They really emphasize all of my curves, don't they? And you only think of one thing when you think about my curves: you imagine what it's like to feed directly from this ass. Would you be capable of saying no to me if I crouched over directly over your face and...