Turning around, she looked at her newest acquisition, the man who would soon be known only as “Slave.” He stood naked before her, his eyes wide with anticipation and fear. She loved seeing the mixture of emotions cross his face; it made her feel powerful and in control.
With a flick of her wrist, she snapped her fingers, commanding his attention. “Get dressed,” she ordered calmly, gesturing towards the suit lying folded on the nearby chair. Slave hesitated for only a moment before scurrying over to comply. As he slipped into the tight-fitting garment, Mistress Zero couldn’t help but smile in approval. The way it stretched over his muscular frame was both impressive and arousing. Once he was fully encased in the latex, she zipped up the back, sealing him inside.
“Now that you look like my personal sex toy,” she hums, running her hands over the smooth material of the catsuit, “it’s time to start your training.”
For the next several hours, Mistress Zero put Slave through an intense regimen of BDSM activities. She bound him in various positions using ropes and chains, testing his limits and pushing him farther than he ever thought possible. She began with simple bondage, tying him to the bedposts and leaving him suspended in the air, his legs spread wide. Mistress Zero then proceeded to tease him mercilessly, running her fingers over his exposed skin, occasionally grazing his sensitive areas. Slave moaned and struggled against his restraints, but Mistress Zero paid him no mind. She was enjoying every moment of his suffering. As she moved around the room, shedding her own clothes piece by piece, Slave could see her full figure—her curves, her firm breasts, and her shaven cunt. His cock grew hard at the sight of her, despite his predicament. Mistress Zero noticed his reaction and smiled wickedly. She approached him slowly, her eyes gleaming with desire.
“You like what you see?” she asked, her voice low and seductive. “Answer me, or I’ll make you regret it.”
Slave gulped, trying to maintain his composure. “Yes, Mistress,” he managed to say between heavy breaths.
Mistress Zero chuckled and continued her torment. She used a feather to tickle his nipples and a cold metal rod to trace patterns on his skin. Slave writhed in pain and pleasure, his body betraying him as he became increasingly aroused.
Mistress Zero decided it was time for the main event. She untied him from the bedposts and led him to the center of the room. There, she had him kneel before her and worship her body. She ordered him to lick her pussy clean after she’d been riding a dildo, making sure he tasted every drop of her juices. Slave obeyed without hesitation, eager to please his mistress. As he licked and sucked, Mistress Zero moaned in delight, running her hands through his hair. She encouraged him to go deeper, to take more of her into his mouth. Slave complied, pushing his limits as he tried to satisfy her desires. Finally, Mistress Zero reached her climax, screaming out in ecstasy as she ejaculated all over Slave’s face.
After catching her breath, Mistress Zero ordered Slave to stand up and strip off his latex suit. She then pushed him onto the floor and mounted him, riding him hard as he lay beneath her. She screamed obscenities at him, calling him a slut and a fucktoy, as she rode him mercilessly. Slave moaned and groaned, his body shaking with pleasure as he felt her cunt squeeze him tightly.
Finally, Mistress Zero reached her peak again, crying out as she ejaculated once more. She collapsed on top of Slave, their bodies sweaty and exhausted. After a few moments, she rolled off him and stood up, surveying her handiwork. Slave lay there, panting heavily, his cock still hard and throbbing. Mistress Zero smiled and walked over to him, grabbing his cock and jerking him off until he ejaculated all over himself.
“That’s my good little fucktoy,” she said, patting him on the head. “Now rest up, because tomorrow we start again.” With that, she left the room, leaving Slave to recover from his ordeal.