Where'd it Go?

Goddess Baavan steps into the dungeon with the yellow-hooded slave trailing on a chain and finds the red-hooded one sprawled inside the cage, bare feet kicked out as if he owns the place. She snaps at him to pull those feet in, then lays the rattan cane across his soles again and again until he curls into the proper position. She tells him this is not a lounge, he is her slave in a cage, and she will strap-on fuck him later for the disappointment. She turns to the leashed slave, orders him up onto the red padded top of the cage, and climbs over him in black lace, glossy thigh-high boots, and gloves. When his hand drifts toward his cock she slaps it away. She grips the soft length herself, mocks how limp it stays around her, and asks whether only a man’s mouth or the thought of a man leaving a creampie in her would stiffen it. She notes his barely grown tits, says the estrogen dose needs raising or implants are next, and tells him she would rather remove the cock entirely if she did not still need something to hurt.

She frames the slit as his little virgin pussy and the metal sound as the cock he is so eager to take. He begs for lube; she grants a thin coat, then feeds the rod into the opening and works it in and out. The shaft thickens around the intrusion. She drives deeper, calling him a hungry sissy slut and demanding he say it in a higher voice while she fucks the sound harder. The whole length vanishes inside. She stares, then bends to the bars and orders the caged slave out to retrieve the sound from that greedy little pussy and get ready, because she needs to use the washroom on him.  She walks from the room.