Villain Domme Destroys Chastity Slave's Ass – Leather Strap-On Training

Description: He walked in thinking he was a man. he'll crawl out knowing exactly what he is: my slut. locked in steel chastity, bent over the leather restraint bench, every strap pulled tight enough to bruise. no escape. no mercy. no cock to cling to anymore. just his spread, vulnerable asshole and the slow, deliberate stretch of my strap-on pushing deep inside while i tower over him in full villain leather – cropped jacket, barely-there skirt, over-the-knee boots gripping the dungeon floor like i own the concrete itself. i start slow. teasing. letting him feel every inch of what he's becoming. his body fights, then shudders, then surrenders – that perfect moment when a male stops being one. i feel it happen. i watch his spine soften, his hips push back into me, his bound hands clench not in resistance but in need. then i take one leg over him. mount him completely. ride him like the property he is while the bench creaks and his chastity cage rattles uselessly between his legs. harder. deeper. opening him until he's gaping, until his asshole accepts me as easily as his mouth would, until there's no thought left in his head but sarah. nobody fucks him as i do. nobody owns him as i do. and now? nobody else ever will. craving the custom experience? imagine this bench, this leather, this cock – but with your name dripping from my lips as i break you. request your personal destruction.