Domme Gets Owned and Boned

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Mistress Rachael stormed into the dungeon, her heeled boots clicking angrily on the floor. She had specifically told the janitor to clean up the mess from her last session and have everything spotless for her next client. But there he was, still lazily swabbing at the floor like an old mop.

"Didn't I tell you to have this place clean and ready for me?!" Rachael shouted, her ample bosom heaving with rage beneath her tight satin corset. Hank looked up in surprise, nearly dropping his mop.

"Uh, s-sorry Mistress, I was just finishin' up..." he stammered. But Rachael was having none of it.

She marched right up to the cowering janitor and smacked him across the face, hard. "You incompetent fool! I should fire you on the spot!"

His eyes flashed with rare defiance. "Oh I don't think so, Missy," he growled, grabbing a shocked Rachael by the hair and easily manhandling her petite form. He thrust her face-down over the bondage table and produced a rough length of rope.

"Unhand me this instant, you lowly worm!" Rachael screeched. But he just snorted and began efficiently tying her wrists behind her back. She thrashed and cursed, but soon found herself all trussed up on her knees.

"Let's see how a high and mighty Mistress likes getting put in her place," he said, unzipping his coveralls. He rummaged through Rachael's toy chest and produced a large silicone dildo. "Saw you use this on some poor sap yesterday..."

Rachael's eyes widened in disbelief as Hank yanked her skirt up and thong panties down. He pushed his lube-slicked fingers into her tight ass, making her yelp. Then the bulbous head of the dildo pressed against her tiny rosebud.

"NO! Don't you dare!" Rachael wailed, but it was futile. With a ruthless thrust, he hilted the huge toy up her ass. Rachael howled, eyes rolling back at the sudden anal invasion.

He flipped her over and stuffed a rubber ball gag in her mouth, muffling her screams. Next he snapped a tiny ring around her nuts, locking a chastity cage over her sensitive clitty. Rachael mewled pathetically over her huge gag.

But He wasn't done. He began spanking her smartly on the plug, making it shift and stretch her tender hole. "Count of ten. Let's see if this Mistress can take what she dishes out!"

One! Rachael jolted and groaned. Two! She shuddered but arched her back, craving more. By the time Hank reached ten, Rachael was leaking and desperate, the dildo churning her guts. He took the toy out and she gasped, empty.

He unzipped, freeing his big veiny cock. Thick as a wrist and smelling of mop water, it slapped against Rachael's tender ring making her sob. Then he was inside her, pounding her into the table, using her like a common whore.

"Oh fuck oh fuck," Rachael whimpered around her gag as he railed her into oblivion. The chastity cage clattered with every thrust. She'd never gotten off on being dominated so thoroughly.

"Alright slut, you're my personal fucktoy now," he growled. "Be ready for me every night after work. And you better start charging your clients more - you're going to need every penny!"

Rachael just nodded meekly, her tight hole still twitching. She knew she'd do anything for more of his thorough dicking. The Mistress had been soundly humiliated and put in her place.