Sasha was perched on the edge of her leather armchair, long legs crossed as she watched her latest client squirm beneath her heated gaze. He was a portly middle-aged man with a balding pate and beady eyes, but he had a fat wallet and a penchant for her particular brand of domination. “Well, well,” she purred, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Looks like someone’s excited for their session. What is it today, a good spanking? Some light choking? Or are you finally ready for me to collar you like the bitch you are?” The man whimpered, adjusting himself in his slacks. “Please Mistress Sasha,” he groveled. “I’ve been such a good boy this week. I’ve saved up for my special treat…” Sasha smiled, the gleam in her eye promising all sorts of delights. She rose from her chair, all curves and muscle beneath her tight corset and stockings. “Then let’s not keep you waiting any longer, shall we?” she purred, reaching out to grab his collar and yank him to his feet. “Let’s see what this mouth of yours can do…” She led him over to her massive bed, practically throwing him down onto the silky sheets. With quick, efficient movements, she tore off her corset, revealing the most perfect tits he’d ever seen. They were large and full, with rosy nipples just begging to be sucked. The man moaned at the sight, reaching out to grope her breasts. “Fuck Mistress,” he panted. “You’re so beautiful. I want to worship you…” Sasha smacked his hand away, eyes flashing. “Not yet,” she growled. “First, I want to see that little cock of yours. Let’s see what I have to work with…” He scrambled to obey, stripping down until he was naked and exposed before her. His cock jutted out from a thatch of hair, thin and pale in contrast to the thick, black ones she usually fucked. Sasha smirked, grabbing him by the hair and forcing him to his knees. “Is this all you’ve got?” she taunted, rubbing her pussy against his face. “No wonder you need me to degrade you. You’re barely a man…” The man whimpered, lapping at her juices like a dog. “Please Mistress,” he begged. “Let me taste you. Let me make you come…” Sasha hesitated for a moment before shoving his face between her thighs. “Fine,” she said. “But don’t you dare stop until I’m screaming. And if you make me come too hard, you’re not getting a thing from this sweet cunt…” She settled back onto the bed, tangling her fingers in his hair as she guided him to her clit. He began to lick and suck, tongue delving deep into her folds before flicking out to tease the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Fuck,” Sasha panted, head falling back as he ate her out with abandon. “Yes, just like that! Mmm, your tongue feels so good…” She rolled her hips into his face, grinding down to ride out her impending orgasm. The man worked harder, determined to please her as best he could. With a scream, Sasha came hard, juices gushing all over his chin and lips. He continued to lick and lap until she pushed him away, chest heaving. “Goddamn,” she panted, reaching down to grab his tiny cock. “You actually did a decent job. Maybe you’re not completely useless after all…” She squeezed him teasingly, reveling in how he whimpered at the contact. “Beg for it,” she commanded. “Beg for the privilege of being inside me.” “Please Mistress,” he whined, hands clawing at her thighs. “I want to feel your tight cunt squeezing my cock. I need to be inside you…” Sasha smiled cruelly, pulling him up to straddle her hips. “Well then, by all means,” she purred, guiding him to her entrance. “Fuck me. Make me feel that pathetic little dick of yours…” The man whimpered as he slid inside her, eyes rolling back at the feel of her hot, wet walls wrapped around him. Sasha smirked, feeling his tiny cock barely stretching her open. “Is that the best you can do?” she taunted, rolling her hips to milk him. “Come on then. Fuck me like you mean it…” He obeyed eagerly, hips snapping as he pounded into her. But it was over quickly, Sasha barely getting started before he was spurting inside her with a cry. “Fucking pathetic,” she spat, shoving him off her and onto the bed. “What was that? Ten seconds? God, no wonder you need me…” She rolled off the bed, grabbing her corset and slipping it on with practiced ease. The man looked up at her from the bed, eyes wide with fear. “P-Please Mistress,” he whimpered. “I’m sorry! I’ll do better next time, I swear!” Sasha sneered down at him, already putting him out of her mind. “There won’t be a next time,” she said coldly. “You’re done here. Unless you want to pay up for the rest of your session…” She stood there expectantly, waiting for him to scramble off the bed and throw cash at her feet before fleeing in shame. Sasha smiled as she counted the money, satisfied with another job well done. She loved nothing more than getting men like these – pathetic little things with a penchant for pain and degradation – addicted to her touch. It wasn’t long before she had another client knocking at her door, ready to be cucked and collared by her cruel, beautiful hand. And she was more than happy to oblige…