I enter the bedroom in high heels, the strap-on already strapped on, heavy, throbbing, reminding me with every step of the delight of domination. In the corner, my submissive is already waiting for me on his knees, naked, his eyes lowered, his body trembling with anticipation. I smile—that smile of someone who knows exactly what's in charge—and run my hand over his face, firmly, making it clear who controls every move from then on. "Today you're going to be my little slut, and you'll thank me for every second," I whisper, making him crawl onto the bed. I lay him face down, hold him firmly by the waist, and rub my rubber cock against his warm ass. He moans just feeling the pressure, and I laugh, excited, seeing how much the power I have over him fuels me. I spit slowly, let it drip, and spread it with the head of my toy, until I feel the ring relaxing, begging to be invaded. I thrust deep, all at once, making him cry out and grip the sheets. His moan is music to my ears, and I don't stop, I fuck hard. #inversion