I'm Going to Fuck Your Ass with My Huge Strap-on While Your Cock Cums in Your Chastity Belt.

Ah, there you are, squirming in your chastity belt, so eager to be filled, to be used, to be dominated. I can see the desire in your pathetic eyes, can feel your need radiating off you as the huge strap-on comes closer and closer to your tight, eager hole. How desperately you want to feel it, to feel its size stretching you open, to feel it filling you up, penetrating you deeply and claiming you as its own. It's a cruel kind of ecstasy, isn't it? A cruel yet irresistible kind of pleasure that you just can't help but crave. And once you're filled to the brim, once your sissy ass is stretched and used and owned, then comes the humiliation, the degradation, the final act of submission. You pull the strap-on out and bring it to your lips, your tongue eager to taste your own essence on it. How does it taste, sissy? Does it taste like your shame, your submission, your utter and complete surrender to me? I can see it in your eyes, the answer.