Commission Asian Dominatrix

M x F Femdom Prostitution Pegging Painal Humiliation

Description: Jack is a muscle-bound man who has saved all his life savings for one glorious night with a broken English-speaking Asian dominatrix. She sets to the task of abusing, humiliating, and degrading him to the best of her ability and then some! The main thing that really gets his engine running is that he is a faggot and loves that massive strapon that the Dominatrix possesses.

Tags: Muscles, humiliation, degradation, abuse, CBT, straight, strap-on, femdom.

Ever since Jack could remember, he wanted this. He needed this. While in middle school he worked newspapers, in high school, in fast food, and after that, as a trainer for those people who have fallen woefully out of shape.

His piggy bank swelled with each minuscule paycheck until he was in the position to fulfill his fantasy. His bulky towering form stood at the in-call of one Ms. Chan. She was a dominatrix, but as far as he could tell she didn't necessarily share his interests but that didn't bother him much, he was truly invested in her sleek sensual body. It was aesthetically beautiful in a rich porcelain veneer. She was like a doll, an eastern barbie, with measurements unrealistic and tantalizing.

A female body, for him, could only be appreciated in this context of beauty or sensuality, for he was gay. A closet gay from a heavily religious and unforgiving family. Jack was overjoyed when he got the confirmation appointment. He was somewhat vague about what he wanted, sheepish and ashamed of his dark desires, but he had a good feeling about Ms. Chan.

The door opened revealing a tiny little figure, spilled into a tight form-fitting, conforming latex outfit. It was so sleek and glossy and constricting that the black material seemed to be her flesh. From feet to hands to the neck, all latex. Long, feathered charcoal hair framed her face, rolling down her shoulders, and eyes that tolerated no shit gleamed up at him. He was properly cowed and while he looked down and away to avoid contact, he felt like his eyes were sucked into a gravity well, always gravitating and pulled to her stern reproaching gaze.

"You are significantly bigger than I thought you'd be. You gave the impression that you be a tiny little scamp." Her voice is a weaving melt of English with just the right amount of erotic foreign accent. She spoke English, if not a bit broken. Her heritage is easily discernible.

But for all that, she had a narrow firm tone, contemptuous and haughty. He was nothing but trash to her, an inconvenience, even if he had money in hand. Which he literally did possess, several hundred-dollar bills crisply in an envelope. He clutched the entirety of his worldly possessions in his hand.

She did not grab the envelope, didn't even attempt to, instead the mountainous heavy-breasted ivory white-fleshed Asian looked him up and down, "You such a massive waste of space. Too big. Some men are fat, you are strong with muscle. Worthless, all." She said with disgust, her latex hand went to his crotch and grasped the groin, squeezing with all her strength.

"No surprising." She commented on his insignificant cock size. She managed to fit it all, cock and balls, in the tiny little palm of her hand.

He might have been confused by her broken English or its meaning, but her body language was loud and clear.

Jack was strong in all the areas that could be sculpted and strengthened, but no matter what someone did, the cock was immune to such training and thus when she rolled that flesh in her grip, he trembled and curled up, weakened as pain shot through his body like lightning.

"Oh, my, faggot also. Little dick no work good or something? I think it works very well but not for women. For men, yes, it works very well. But now, it limp, tiny, weak, pathetic." She said factually, casually.

She guided him to the bed without so much as another word before tossing him, using his cock to steer him, onto the bed. He landed on the bed, his sheer size practically almost breaking and busting the bed frame.

"Undress, pathetic small cock waste of space. Or big ole muscles get in way?" She teased, a half smirk on her face.

He was properly trembling, not out of excitement, not out of arousal, but out of the humiliation that she wrought on him without much consideration, these words were natural and normal to her, she called it as she saw it.

The trembling, seizing of his hands as he tried to undo the button and zipper of his blue jeans made that task near impossible. It was terrible, trying to do a task while someone watched, judged, and criticized silently and sadistically. Even the correct move felt like the wrong move.

"Worthless hunk of muscles. Sacrificing mobility for sculpting. Be attractive if you no pathetic little simp of gay faggot like you." She chuckled - not the loud, obnoxious kind, but the harsh cold winter breeze kind, sharp as knives, cutting as a spear.

Her latexed hand lashed out like a whip and snapped Jack's hands from his pants. She was small, tiny, figure an hourglass with breasts equal to the totality of her body weight and then some, but she still managed to crawl her high-heeled foot up onto the bed and stepped against the smooth canvas of the groin. The cock was so small it couldn't even manage a bulge or outline, but she managed to find it eventually and stepped on it, squashing and smashing it against the steel backdrop of muscle and pelvis bone.

Gracefully she leaned forward and snatched the envelope from Jack's hand and started to open it, paying no attention to the squirming protests of the boy-turned-man whom she'd controlled under her. She wasn't even a fourth of his size, yet she reigned supreme.

She counted the money, slowly, meticulously, but with well-practiced certainty of someone who had done this on a regular basis.

When Ms. Chan was finished, she rolled the bills into a bend and tossed it into Jack's face, "This all you have? Not enough. You bring too little. You no man. You little worthless boy, try to look like man, you dumb faggot? I disappointed."

She withdrew her foot and slowly stepped away and turned around, her heart-shaped ass beautiful and pert, round, lovely.

The excruciating pain still stung Jack but that did not prevent him from tumbling to sit on the foot of the bed, "W... wait, wait. It is all I have. Everything. Please..." He begged panic and dread filling his voice.

"Didn't say it this all you have, you no think with brain. You dumb. I know that it is. You worthless. You have muscles and no brains, you cannot make enough money. You waste my time, my space." She went to the closet. She patiently gathered something from it. She let the hoops loop and gather on the ground. She stepped into the holes and pulled them up, snapping them still and secure.

Jack didn't know what it was, but he was immediately apprehensive, a twisting unsettling sensation boiling in his stomach, unsure of what was going on.

She turned around to reveal a solid black thick phallus. A strap-on. It was firm and solid, like steel. It remained to jut outward from her body. Easily three feet, as thick as a paint can, and the only give it possessed was the weight at the tip and gravity, sinking it downward. But it was by no means malleable, flexible, or retained any giving plush quality to it.

It was a monster, in short. And she knew it. And he knew it.

His worthless cock hardened, spiking up, little dribbles of pre-cum gushing out, enough to fill a thimble nestled on a pinky. It was barely noticed as it coated the inside of his jeans.

Jack's eyes couldn't hope to look away from that massive bitch breaking a solid thick strap-on.

The little minx stepped with pride and dominance, making him sweat and tremble with anticipation, "Use worthless muscles for something, tear those things off. They offend me, tiny dick worthless males no deserve to cover their body."

True to her demand, he obeyed, the fabric ripped under his frame, he shredded the clothing with ease, knowing that he would not need them for he would not be leaving this room. All his shame is gone, fucked away, destroyed.

She laughed another healthy chuckle, looking at that cock. She lifted that horse cock strap on, and the end flared wide and daunting. It took both her hands to lift it up, it must weigh a ton. They let it go and it crashed down, letting gravity and weight do the heavy lifting. It pounded crushing against that little wimp of a limp cock, crushing it.

Jack gasped and shuttered in pain, clutching his stomach and he rolled around whimpering, "A pathetic cock like that wasn't born gay. You decided to be gay the moment you realized that a worthless little pin-prick phallus like that couldn't even manage nor hope to penetrate paper thin moist tender pussy lips. You just don't have it in your to fuck properly at all. How pathetic. Everything about you is offensive." She spits right onto his chest.

"Roll. Now. Bitch. Go on, be good dog, roll over, present that ass. Let Ms. Chan rape you. Only thing you are good for, a hole that I can ruin."

Jack obeyed despite the pain.

She crawled on the bed, knees sinking into the craters that the massive body of Jack's made. The tip poked against the ass, separating taut tight ass cheeks like nothing.

"You no can get a woman off even if you wanted to, you faggot. Dumb big stupid faggot. Little shrimp dick. All muscle, no brains." She teased a particular barbed quality in the truth she spoke. So casual, but hatred and contempt were all she could muster anymore. She hated him. She did find him offensive, and she didn't give any effort to hide that fact.

Her hips plowed forward, harder, the tip was so massive that it couldn't even hope to penetrate a tight virgin gay ass like Jack's, but she worked that solid cold metallic monster against the tough anal entrance. She bashed repeatedly, loosening it up, tenderizing it until finally, that mushroom tip went right on inside.

Once it was in, once she'd gained entrance, once she'd stolen territory, it was all too easy to cram more of it inside, and she did.

But not without humiliating him further. Ms. Chan knew what Jack wanted. She didn't give it to him because he wanted it, ignoring him would have been the crueler punishment, but she simply hated wastes of space like him, men that were gay, with pathetic tiny needle dicks, and so her slender latexed arm reached around masculine hips, snaking to grip that tiny cock and she squeezed it full in her hand. She squeezed it so hard that it bulged out the head, it now taking an appeal of that flared horse cock she possessed.

The tiny cock struggled as blood rushed to the tip. The head, cut and fully on display, was sickly purple, darker even still, like a pure blue blood. It would pop if she continued his hold.

And yet, all the while she continued to stuff, shove, and encourage that phallus deeper inside him until she felt the end of the cave. This did not stop her. Not at all. Using the tiny cock for leverage, her other hand went to his back, gripping a secure snug amount of back muscle as gripping, and she shoved even more viciously. The cock popped that prostate, squishing it into a gel.

Tiny cock responded with its last little miserable amount of cum before deflating and going limp.

"Fucking faggot little man. You wasted all time with muscles and you're still just worthless waste of space." She smiled. With that, she drew the phallus back, only the tip sloppily and boldly spreading that asshole apart. Setting herself, she drove straight in.

"You tiny dick worthless little bitch boy. How pathetic. You give me all money to ruin your tiny weak limp gay faggot cock. It itty bitty. Shrimp. You naughty white boy who wants your ass turned out like a bitch. You disgusting bitch. You make me laugh. You want cock, big cock that makes your tiny little prick know what real cock is."

Jack's body stiffened completely before he cried out in sheer pain. He never knew such pain existed. And he never would again. He collapsed entirely just then, body limp, yet his muscles spasmed and contorted and danced in absolute delight.

She wasn't done yet.