Chapter 3 - Femdom

Imagine a scene in your head.

There’s a room, dimly lit, the darkness pushed back by low lights. A black leather sofa dominates the center, a massive luxurious piece of furniture chosen by someone of means and a good taste. There are also other objects, but they don’t matter. Forgotten, for now.

Saying that the sofa itself is the center of the said picture might have been a bit premature, now that the image sharpens. With more clarity added, it's obvious who is the true master, or rather mistress, of this scene. An Asian woman in heavily goth clothes and dark makeup on her face. Any attention in this room is trained right at her, she’s pulling it in like a black hole, her influence cannot be denied. The dominatrix is sitting on the sofa, relaxing into its soft hug. Pale skinned, she’s dressed exclusively in black, a color that matches her short raven hair and dark lips. She’s wearing a black dress of an unusual design with translucent parts around her neck and arms. It’s tight on the top but flowing into a short skirt, ending in the upper part of the woman’s thighs. The edge of the skirt rests just at the right point, giving way to her pale legs partly hidden by fishnet stockings. Not much of her skin can be seen, however, as it dips beneath the black leather of the massive boots that reach all the way up to the woman’s knees.  

Her choice of jewelry matches her clothes. There are multiple necklaces around her elegant throat, adorned in the middle by a thick leather choker with small silver studs. The light catches on her ears, pierced both at the top and the bottom, shiny silver circles placed there, except for a singular pair of crosses, hanging from the customary place of earrings. Her midnight lips are curled up into a small smile, pale cheeks flushed a little bit, almond-shaped grey eyes sitting in the middle of dark shadows watching something. Her gaze is intense, loving, but harsh at the same time, mixing those emotions well. Following her eyes, it’s easy to locate the object of her interest.

A man is kneeling next to her, her pet, her slave for the night. Posture perfectly straight, hands clasped behind his back, he’s still as a statue, awaiting orders from his mistress. He’s physically very strong, tall and broad-shouldered, yet completely powerless in the hands of his goddess. Shirtless as he is, the well-defined muscles of his upper half are fully on display, glistening with sweat. The lack of a shirt also shows some damage. There are scratches on his tanned skin, red angry lines left behind by merciless nails. The area around the man’s nipples received the most attention, littered by bitemarks. The imprints of teeth are almost everywhere as if the kneeling man was attacked by a ferocious beast, one that wanted to cover as much of him as it could. There’s also something on his neck, partly covered by his long brown hair, hanging freely, but it’s still visible. A collar, tight around his throat, black leather with letters in front, proof of ownership. Whoever this man was, he belongs to the dark goddess sitting next to him, watching her slave with great interest.

That’s the image, and nothing else matters. He’s here, kneeling at her feet, completely under her spell. She’s here, in control, the center of the universe. And the world is standing still until she decides for it to move.

Reaching out, the goth mistress runs her fingers tenderly over the man’s cheek, reddened by repeated slaps. Her black fingernails are gentle for a change, not scratching, simply touching, the light shining on the many rings which are decorating her hand. A touch, nothing more, but it’s enough to make his whole body shake in anticipation, his breathing quickening for a second. The gentle caress is unexpected, after such harsh punishment, his cheek still stings from how hard she slapped him. It was deserved, for sure, one shouldn’t talk back to his mistress. Although her weight was hard to bear, when she was standing on him, it was entirely her right to do it.

The caressing hand moved, and now she was petting him, like a dog, a good boy that took his punishment well. The mistress loves her pet, after all, it makes her happy when he’s obedient. And it is high time that he proves himself useful, he can do more than kneel at her feet and look pretty. The touch disappearing as it appeared, the woman sits back, extending her leg in a silent invitation. Immediately, the kneeling one reaches out, takes a hold of her elegant limb, waits for an order. He’s cradling her beautiful leg as if she was made of glass, gentle and perhaps even loving, eyes moving over the black leather and stocking covered pale skin. Satisfied with his obedience, seeing that he knows exactly what she wants him to do, a single word leaves her lips.

And the world begins to move again.
 
Eren followed Mikasa’s wish to the letter. Trailing kisses all the way from the toe of the boot and up, he made sure not to cross any boundary and didn’t move past the upper edge at her knee. He would have to earn the privilege of putting his filthy mouth on her porcelain skin. His mistress was pleased with his obedience, nodding.

“Good boy.”, she said in a low voice, making him shiver.

To continue pleasing her, as that was Eren’s sole purpose for being right now, he licked a broad stripe on the black leather, leaving behind a shiny trail. Gently as humanly possible, he turned Mikasa’s leg, getting access to the other side of the boot. He couldn’t leave out anything, could he. His breath was coming out in short huffs now, excitement taking over. Eren wanted to be good for his mistress, wanted to serve, the little encouraging words leaving Mikasa’s midnight lips gave him physical pleasure. Mouthing the toe of the boot, then moving back up to trail each one of the numerous buckles with the tip of his tongue. Once again finding himself at the top, he used the zipper to guide him back down, down where he belonged. The only small complaint he had was that Mikasa’s choice of footwear for the day didn’t have those killer high heels, as most of her dominatrix boots did. It was always fun to have them in his mouth, suck on them, let Mikasa ravage his mouth as much as she wanted. Well, there’s always next time.

This small setback did little to ruin his mood, however, as having Mikasa’s black leather-clad leg in his hands felt amazing anyway. The nigh endless row of black underneath his tongue, cool leather that felt great even when he rubbed his cheek against it, lightly nuzzling the boot. Following the shape of her leg, Eren traced his mouth down, once again turning it, this time on the other side, to get better access. Dragging his tongue over the back of her long limb, moving his head so he can kiss the bottom of the boot, not leaving even the thick sole out of his worshipping duties, his every movement observed by his generous owner, granting him all the fun he could ask for. On his own, Eren could easily spend hours here. In his subspace mindset, he would worship Mikasa’s boots as long as she would want him to, everything he did was tied to the words of the raven dominatrix.

Tugging her leg from his grasp, Mikasa chuckled at the face Eren made. Despite his swollen lips and reddened cheeks, he looked as if she took his favorite toy from him. Not for long though, as she raised her other leg, prompting her pet to shuffle forward on his knees and once again slide his hands over it. Bending her knee, straightening her leg, Eren put his mouth to work. Kissing, licking, worshipping her boot same as the one before, Eren repeated the patterns diligently. Leaving long, broad trails of spit over her shoe, shining the black leather with his tongue, the feeling of excitement building in his chest. It was getting too much to bear, honestly, he was being granted way too much. The cage on his cock prevented any sort of serious erection, but his hips were left unchecked. Without any conscious control, they began to move, snapping up and down, the familiar dance that they both knew intimately. But it was too soon for that, he didn’t get permission from his mistress, and Mikasa wasn’t pleased by seeing this sign of disobedience. Her pet could only move when she allowed him to. To shut down his movements, Mikasa placed the foot that Eren wasn’t diligently kissing against his crotch, pressing hard. Eren hissed, eyes fluttering shut as the muscles of his neck bulged.

“Getting this worked up from kissing my boots?”, Mikasa clicked her tongue, shaking her head, “You’re such a dirty slut.”

Yes…”, Eren’s words were almost pained,  “For you, mistress, only for you.”

Good response, but that didn’t excuse his lack of obedience.

“Still, puppy.”, grinding her leg harder against him, it forced a loud groan from Eren’s mouth, “No moving.”

“Apologies, mistress.”, he gritted through clenched teeth, face bathed in sweat, “Won’t happen again.”

Satisfied, Mikasa lessened the pressure but kept the foot pressed against his caged cock, a heavy reminder. Resuming the worship of his mistress’ knee-high boots, Eren kissed his way down, dragged his tongue over the bottom, turning her leg to make every part of the black leather shine. Devoted, submissive, fully in her control, Eren couldn’t be more of a dutiful pet. He was Mikasa’s good boy, a pretty slave that would fulfill any and all of her wishes. And she had plenty of those.

Freeing her leg from his hands, Mikasa set both of her feet back on the floor, casting an inspecting eye over her shoes. Perfectly shined, properly worshipped boots, there was nothing she could criticize about the work Eren’s mouth and tongue did. Which qualified those to be used in a more intimate matter, one that Mikasa was craving already. To say that watching Eren kiss her shoes made her wet between the legs would be an understatement.

“Good work, puppy.”, a little praise, well deserved, “Now take them off.”

Hands flying to obey her, Eren undid the buckles one by one, using his mouth as much as his fingers. He knew that Mikasa liked it when he turned even such an activity as taking off her boots into another worship. Buckles open, he caught the zipper between his teeth, slowly dragging it down. It took some time, to move from Mikasa’s knee to her foot, her legs were long, after all, and he didn’t rush anywhere. After taking care of her other shoe the same way, Mikasa was finally barefoot, her legs now only clad in those sexy fishnet stockings. The contrast between the black lines and the pale skin was great to look at, and Eren was anxious to put his mouth back to work. Kneeling in front of his mistress, staring at her, his hands automatically moved back behind his back, back straightening. It was a pose Mikasa liked her pet to be in, and he would obey her.
Raising her legs, both at the same time, Mikasa smirked when she saw how hungrily he eyed her feet. Well, it was time to grant him some reward. Putting her feet right on Eren’s face, Mikasa dragged them across, left and right, loving how agitated his breathing became. Over his swollen lips, over red cheeks, over the smooth, recently shaved skin. Inhaling through the nose, letting the air leave his mouth in short puffs, he was still as a statue, even when her feet smothered his face, roaming anywhere she wanted them to. Pressing her toes against his lips, Mikasa didn’t have to say a word for Eren’s mouth to obediently drop open, letting her in.

“Suck.”, an order.

Prompted by her, he closed his mouth, sucking at her toes with undeniable vigor. It took all of Eren’s self-control to prevent his hips from moving again. Mikasa had sexy feet and having one pressed against his face and one in his mouth was certainly arousing, no denying that.

“I want you to kiss every inch of my legs,”, she said, smirking, the image of a smug domme, “Can you do that for me, pretty boy?”

With her foot still in his mouth, Eren nodded rapidly. Pulling the cute black painted toes from between his lips, Mikasa angled her foot differently, what she wanted rather clear. Sticking out his tongue, Eren licked the bottom of it, earning a sweet giggle from his mistress. It tickled a bit. Permitted to use his hands by a single nod, he took a hold of the leg dangling in front of his face, lowering his face to press a kiss to the instep. Pressing his thumbs into the bottom of her foot, lips kissing the front, Eren reminded himself that Mikasa wanted a foot massage, so moving his fingers in a soothing circular rhythm, he began. That’s why she allowed him the use of his hands, he realized. Massaging was always an intimate activity, and Eren loved doing it for multiple reasons. First, squeezing some massage oil onto her skin and kneading it, hearing her moan as he eased the stiffness out of her muscles felt great. Second, Mikasa often rewarded him for helping her like this, and as she was usually naked for those massages, the rewards were of an intimate character too.

Combining his mouth and hands, Eren did his best to deliver quality foot worship to his mistress, massaging her, using the spit left behind by his tongue instead of oil. He did a good job, judging from how she melted into the sofa, soft sounds leaving her black-painted lips. Mikasa was in small heaven, shifting her position to be as comfortable as she could. She didn’t even have to hold her leg up, Eren did that for her, spreading kisses all over the stocking covered foot. The other one found its resting place between his spread legs, returning the controlling weight back against his cock. Maybe he was servicing her, but that didn’t mean he got to disobey the rules. No moving meant no moving.
The activity was certainly similar to the boot worship, although the surface underneath his tongue was pale white, not black. The stocking also created little bumps in his path, unlike the completely smooth leather surface of the shoe. Not counting the buckles, of course. Other than that, however, Eren was exactly as dutiful as before. No part of Mikasa’s leg could be left out. The arch of her foot, sides, the instep, the back. The gentle bump of her ankle and up, Eren mouthed her calf, feeling the muscles there shift beneath his lips. She sighed beautifully when he kissed his way up to her knee, pressing his tongue against the bone, the foot on his crotch shifting a bit. Mikasa was certainly enjoying this. Reaching her thigh, the powerful yet elegant part that was strong enough to choke the life out of him yet so smooth beneath his tongue, Eren could smell Mikasa’s arousal from how close he was. He could also see the upper part where the little fat that was on her otherwise firm leg was pushed up by the stocking, the place where dreams were born. Using the upper lace of her stocking as a border, Eren didn’t cross it, moving his mouth around the inner side but not breaching into that bountiful land of that area between her legs. Yet. From the glimpse he caught, however, the black lace of her panties was positively drenched at this point.

“Good boy, so good…”, Mikasa practically moaned out those words, eyes half-lidded, “Now do the other…”
Not letting go of her leg, Eren placed it between his spread ones before taking a hold of the till now resting foot. Holding her calf, Eren placed her toes into his mouth, an action that Mikasa appreciated with a hum. Nothing wrong with indulging your little kink, especially when she enjoys it so much. The worship of her leg was accompanied by Mikasa’s other foot impatiently tapping against his crotch, little moans and shudders as she was slowly growing restless, the journey of Eren’s mouth all over her elegant limb arousing as hell. Dragging her foot against his face, she bit her bottom lip, already imagining how that clever tongue will feel buried deep inside her. Eren’s talented mouth felt great against her legs, sure, but having him service her pussy always felt that much better. And it was high time to get him there. Putting her feet back on the floor, Mikasa braced herself as she reached out next to her, retrieving something.

Pulling a leash out of nowhere, Mikasa clipped it into Eren’s collar, yanking at it after to get his attention. Spit slick red skin, unfocused eyes with blown-out pupils, swollen lips, all that together made her slave’s ruined face. And she was far from being finished with her puppy, his mouth would serve his insatiable Asian dominatrix. But she was far too turned on right now, needed a little break, let out a bit of steam, so gracefully bowing down to his kneeling height, Mikasa brutally claimed Eren’s mouth in a deep kiss. His hands were once again clasped at his back, no longer having a purpose, so all he could do was brace himself against her assault. Her tongue sliding against his, hot and heavy, teeth sinking into his reddened lips, she abused him, abused how pliant her puppy was. Again and again, she sucked out those little moans from him, like a vampire feeding on his essence. The kiss was completely one-sided, Eren was only moving with her but never on his own, his mouth was Mikasa’s playground. When she pulled back, their lips were connected by saliva, but that was ignored by them both. The moment was way too hot to be interrupted.

“You know how long I’ve been waiting for this?”, Mikasa’s eyes were almost feverish as she stared at him, “You think you are the only one who couldn’t wait?”
Eren wasn’t sure how to respond, especially when she pulled so hard on the leash that it made him choke. The hand that wasn’t holding the leather strap gripped a fistful of Eren’s hair, yanking it back, forcing him to look right into her eyes.

“Tonight, you are mine to use, all of you.”, letting go of his scalp, Mikasa’s fingers trailed down his cheeks, his lips, dipping into his mouth. She traced his gums, his teeth, slid the tips across his tongue, fingerfucked his mouth, the fire between her legs growing hotter.
 
“Your mouth is mine, your tongue is mine, your pretty face is mine…”

She took a shuddering breath.

“And I’ll use you, oh yes… I’ll make you eat me out and ride your face until I’m totally satisfied. Oh, and puppy,”, she leaned closer, whispering into his ear.
“I’m not easily satisfied.”

Tugging at the leash, she forced his face right between her spread legs, burying his nose into her panties. Oh, she was wet, Eren could smell her arousal and the lace was damp against his skin. Having her legs worshipped always got Mikasa going, she loved Eren kissing her feet.

“Take them off,”, she ordered, “Slowly….”

As Eren wasn’t allowed to use his hands, he smartly decided to use his teeth instead. Dragging the wet cloth down her legs, passing all those places he worshipped with his mouth before and past until they were gone, Mikasa’s glistening slit was now fully on display underneath the skirt of her dress. Closer and closer still, Eren placed a string of kisses on Mikasa’s inner thighs, finally reaching the skin not covered by the stockings. Gentle kisses, rough kisses, he spread them everywhere, slowly but surely moving towards that one place. Oh, but a pet shouldn’t make his mistress wait.

“You’ll eat me out.”, she ordered, “Lick my pussy while that cage is still on your cock.”

The cruel smile was back in full force.

“I want your tongue buried deep inside me, I want your mouth fully servicing my cunt while your own pleasure is negated by those steel bars.”, pulling the key from the collection around her neck, Mikasa made sure that it’s visible, resting at the top, “I want you to look at the key while you are serving me, want you to know that any pleasure you can ever get is fully in my power. Mine, same as you are, pet.”

With that, the goth pulled him by the leash again, spreading her legs wide, forcing Eren’s mouth to grind against her heat, nose bumping against her pubic bone. Moaning, hips moving into his face, Mikasa’s eyes fluttered open and close, all the buildup finally getting some satisfaction. Guiding her slave’s mouth by the leash, she was in charge, there was no denying that. If the collar wasn’t enough, there was the cage on his cock and that key that was shining at her neck, unquestionable proof of ownership. But Eren was more than willing to play his part, to be a good boy for his mistress, a faithful pet.

Directed by her, Eren used his tongue to lick at her first, getting Mikasa’s unique taste into his mouth. Collecting the wetness with the tip of his tongue, he traced the shape of her lower lips, spreading it everywhere. Her arousal combined with his spit, allowing Eren’s mouth to effortlessly glide around, finding its tempo and place. When she yanked on the leash harder, he knew that this was the sign that she wanted more. So he gave it to her. Mouthing her slit, Eren pushed his tongue past her slick entrance, eating his mistress out. It was one thing to suck her toes, it was one other to suck on her clit. Both quite pleasing activities, but having her nub teased out from behind its hood by his skilled tongue, having his lips seal around it and suck, that made her moan out loud, her cunt quivering as her pet just successfully pushed the goth girl over into her first orgasm for the night. It came fast, but Mikasa was not surprised to climax this early. She was so turned on by Eren’s mouth on her boots and legs, having her toes in his mouth gave her incredible pleasure. Eren built her up by worshipping her legs, and now it was easy to make her fall by putting his tongue to work at her sex.

Hips moving, she rode it out on his face, those moans rising in pitch. She was getting everything she wanted while he was completely cut off, eyes flying over to watch that key bounce on Mikasa’s chest in sync with the movements of her hips. Her hand, the one that wasn’t holding his leash, was playing with the key too, Mikasa knew exactly what she was doing. Watch me, said her movements, watch me cum while I hold the key to your pleasure in my hand. Watch as I ride your face, as I use you for my pleasure while you get nothing, fucktoy. He was locked, in her power, under her command. And fuck, it felt amazing to be hers.

Patient, deep in subspace yet present. She was holding the key and the leash at the same time. She owned him. If Mikasa wanted to have Eren eat her out for the whole night, if she wanted to keep his cock caged for the whole play, only abusing his mouth, he would obey. There was that clarity in submission, in giving yourself over to the dom. The pet would serve his goddess, would do anything she wanted him to do without complaining, and that feeling of her grinding against his face, hearing her pleasure moans, that was enough of a reward. Eren achieved all this without using his hands, made her cum with those still clasped behind his back, and Mikasa was insatiable. She wanted all of him to serve her.

“Fin-Fingers... B-Baby I…”, she choked on her words for a second, her climax still going strong, “Ne-Need your ha-hands…”

She wanted to cum again, wanted Eren to bridge her orgasm right into the next one, wanted to stay on her high. Moving to serve, he quickly wet his fingers before pressing two into her opening, adding a third one when he felt how wet she was, how eagerly her cunt stretched around him. Lapping at her clit at the same time, lashing that sensitive bud with his tongue, Eren curved his fingers up, knowing from experience where that one place was, the one that made his mistress go crazy. Finding it and pressing, massaging her insides expertly, he achieved exactly what she wanted from him. Her thighs, already wrapped around his head, her stockinged feet slid across his back, control of her body slipping away from her. The second climax wrecked through her body before it got the chance to calm down, making her cry out, body arching on the sofa. With his cock straining against the tight confines of its prison, with Mikasa screaming out her pleasure out loud, the key mocking him from the chain around her neck, this was certainly a test of Eren’s devotion to his dark goddess.

A wave of wetness hit Eren’s face, informing him of a job well done. He was a very good orgasm slave for his owner, it would seem. He also knew that Mikasa liked being caressed and gently licked through her finish, didn’t want him to pull back immediately, so he eased her through the peak. When Mikasa’s slim grey eyes opened, tears leaking from the corners as proof of how intensive her experience was. Eren was once again kneeling at her feet, waiting. Reaching out, she ruffled his hair playfully, a smirk on her mouth.

“You’re a wonderful pet, Eren.”, she sighed, feeling happy and satisfied for the moment, “I love you like this.”

“Thank you.”, turning his head slightly, he pressed a kiss against her wrist, against the tattoo there, “You’re too kind, mistress.”

So kind that she kept him locked, not even bothering to hide the key, leaving it out on display. But letting Eren’s cock free or not was her decision, it belonged to her anyway, the proof written on the ring he wore around the base of his bound pride. All he could do was wait.

“I know, I know… I even have a surprise for you.”, her voice turned from soft to hard again, snapping, “Watch me.”

And he did. His eyes were glued to her as she stood up on shaky legs, reaching behind herself to unzip her dress. With a twist, a sexy shake of her hips, Mikasa made the black cloth slide down her body, revealing more and more of that smooth pale skin Eren adored. But there was something else too, something that he had no idea how it got there. A black leather harness. When did Mikasa put it on? Eren watched her dress, all the way from her stockings to the moment when she zipped up her boots, but he didn’t remember her putting this on. Oh, she must have done it in that short moment when Mikasa told him to wait outside, that she needs to use the bathroom real quick. This meant that all this time, their whole day out, it was there, hidden beneath the dress, hugging her firm curves. Black leather belts crossing her pale skin pulled tight enough that they would squeeze her anytime she moved. Mikasa didn’t like the harness much when Eren first showed it to her, wasn’t much sold on the idea, but apparently she learned to like it, putting it on even when the day was hers. It looked very good on her, Eren could say, leather harness combined well with her lacy lingerie, overall creating a rather strange yet somehow amazing set. It was clipped into her choker at the top, the strap hidden beneath her necklaces, framed her perky breasts, for now covered by the lace of her bra, went by her fit stomach with those defined abs to hug her sharp hips and continued even lower, following the V shape of her inner thighs. It made the curves of her body stand out amazingly, making the whole image even more alluring than it normally was.

Maybe the harness was originally meant for a submissive, but Mikasa effortlessly pulled it off as a domme, using the leather belts as a stylish fashion choice. It surely made their day out that much more interesting for her too, being squeezed and held by the tight bondage wear out in public must have been arousing as hell. Now Eren was gifted by this sight, for how nicely he ate his mistress out, and it was a reward worth having his face used as a pleasure toy.

“Like what you see?”, she asked, giving him a turnaround view. Eren couldn’t nod fast enough, making her smirk. It was high time to move this somewhere else, she still had grand plans for her puppy.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom.”, with that, Mikasa turned away, tugging at the leash to get her pet to follow her, “We still have a lot of training to do.”
The hard pull made him fall on all fours, forcing him to crawl. Luckily, Mikasa didn’t rush, enjoying her walk with the leashed pet on all fours at her side. Parading him like this, they reached the bedroom together, a mistress and a puppy on their daily walk.

“Now…”, looking down, the dominatrix smiled down at her submissive, at his devoted face, down at her feet, “What am I going to do with you?”

“A-Anything you want.”

“That’s right.”, a sharp intake of breath, “Anything I damn desire.”

Reaching down, she unclipped the leash from Eren’s collar, pointing at the bed.

“Up you go, puppy.”

As he crawled towards the bed, Mikasa sat down to undo the garter belt and finally pull the wet stockings from her feet, discarding them after. Reaching behind her back, she unclasped her bra too, ridding her body of all that unnecessary clothing. The harness was more than enough. Removing her necklaces too, she only kept the key to Eren’s cock cage around her neck alongside the thick choker hugging her throat. She didn’t want to remove that, as it was connected to the harness. That remained too, of course, tight on her body, squeezing her just perfectly anytime she moved. Ready to continue, Mikasa turned back and walked over to where Eren was waiting for her, obediently lying on his back as she told him to.

Mikasa did what he expected and tied him to the bed, using the cuffs in the corners. Ankles and wrists pulled tight, his body was forced into a spread-eagle, but that was not all. Pulling another strap out of somewhere, Mikasa buckled it across his chest, securing him to the bed even tighter. Another one went across his stomach and the last over his upper thighs. They were all pulled very, very tight, forcing his body to dip into the mattress at the sheer strength of his bindings. When she was done, it was obvious what her goal was. Mikasa wanted Eren completely still, unable to move a muscle, and she achieved just that. When their usual cuffs combined with these new belts, he was completely helpless. Even breathing was made a bit more difficult by how strongly the leather bit into his chest, sure to leave a mark behind. Mikasa cast an eye over the bondage, making sure that it was secured, completely immobilizing her victim. Satisfied, she walked over to their adult toybox and grabbed a few things before coming back and climbing on top of Eren, his unfocused eyes following her every move. Seating herself on his stomach, those nicely defined abs, Mikasa focused her attention on the thing between his legs, locked away by no one else but her.

She was not surprised to see that the cage was wet, Eren must have dribbled a lot of precum during their foreplay, but there was no satisfaction to be found for him. Mikasa made sure that he didn’t see what she was doing, facing his crotch rather than his face, made sure that he didn’t even catch a glimpse of the toys she brought. All he could see were her back, snow-white skin and black leather of the harness, the elegant ropes of muscle beneath moving anytime her delicate hands did. Dragging a single black nail across the cockring, secured around the base of Eren’s pride, restricting both the rod and the balls, she could hear him shakily exhale behind her. He probably thought that her touching his crotch was a good thing, that he will finally get something. Oh, if he only knew how wrong he was. Mikasa wanted to do this sooner, to have him eat her out while he would be caged, but Eren’s little deal at the start of the week prevented her from doing so. She meant it when she said that he was not the only one who was desperate. Many times she found herself staring at the key around her neck, knowing what it meant, the fire between her legs making her rub her thighs together. And now that she finally could do it, now that she could ride his face while his pleasure was locked away, she found herself loving it. And Mikasa was always a cruel dominatrix. She wanted more, more of that desperation, and she would get just that. The torture was only beginning.

Picking up the Hitachi wand from her pile of fun, Mikasa turned it on with a dark smile, loving how Eren tensed beneath her. He wasn’t stupid, he knew what was going down. But before he could do anything, before he could beg his mistress to perhaps reconsider, Mikasa put it down, pressing the vibrating head against the cage. Throwing his head back, as that was the only part of his body Eren could move, he let out a loud groan. This was terrible. He was already way past being turned on, his cock was incredibly sensitive, spending such a long time worshipping Mikasa’s perfect legs and velvety pussy does that to a man. And now that fucking cage he spent most of the night cursing shook, the wand vibrations affecting it, making it even more unbearable. The dominatrix was having fun. Letting some spit dribble from her mouth down between his legs for better lubrication, she was surely enjoying herself. Wrapping her fingers around the steel bars, she angled it to the side, pressing the wand against the previously unabused part after. It made Eren curse out loud, whine like an animal. She loved it. Just when he thought that he’s going to go insane. She stopped, looking at his red face over her shoulder.
“Something wrong, puppy?”, the goth temptress asked with that fake sweetness that made her voice threatening.

No, complaining was not the right path here. His cock belonged to her anyway, it was right there, written on the ring. Pets do not talk back unless they want to be punished. Instead of saying words he would soon regret, Eren took a deep breath.

“N-No, mistress.”

She eyes his face for a second before nodding and turning back towards her fun. And the torture began anew. Mikasa was glad that she tied Eren down like that because from how much she was abusing him, he would surely buck beneath her, his body would try to get rid of its tormentor subconsciously. Secured as he was, none of that was allowed to happen. Instead, her fun was accompanied by the tortured sounds falling from his mouth behind her, muttered curses, groans, some weak begging when he couldn’t hold it in anymore. Not like she cared, of course.

“I do wonder just how much cum you built up.”, she speculated out oud, teasing Eren’s swollen balls with the tip of her little finger, “A week in chastity should make a lot, don’t you think?”

“M-Mistress… I….”, a pained sound, “Please…”

She asked him a question, and he had the audacity to ignore it. With a frown, she slapped his balls instead, hard enough to force a loud curse out of him.

“Words, puppy, use them.”

Eren had trouble concentrating, had trouble answering any sort of question with all the blood rushed between his legs, but to prevent further punishment, he did his best.
“I… It will be a lot… You teased me so much.”

“I did, didn’t I.”, she giggled, once again pressing the wand against the cage, “It’s so much fun to watch you squirm.”

And it went on, and on, and it didn’t get better, it got worse. Dripping more spit on his poor cock, she leaned down to lick at his caged pride, the tip of her tongue reaching between the bars to tease him even further. It wasn’t a blowjob, it was more of a teasejob because when Mikasa closed her mouth around the cage and sucked at it, Eren felt like he could die. She had to be careful though. When she used her tongue and pressed the wand against his tip at the same time, from how much the glands swelled it was possible that Eren would just cum from all that stimulation, cage or no cage. Pulling back, giving him a little breather, she looked back at her slave, smirking when she saw how ruined his face was. Oh, but that could be made even better.

“M-Mistress….”, Eren noticed her watching him, his voice coarse and full of pleading, “P-Please… I ca-can’t….”

Well, maybe she could give him an out. He was a good boy, after all.

“I can either continue this,”, she held up the wand, giggling when she saw how Eren fearfully eyed it as if it was not a sex toy but a deadly weapon.

“Or I could sit on your face.”, she proposed the other possibility, “I wouldn’t say no if you offered to eat my ass, puppy.”

Eren’s answer was quick and rather expected.

“You would do me an honor if you placed your perfect butt on my face, mistress, so I could pleasure you with my undeserving mouth.”

Mikasa never heard a more flowery invitation to sit on someone’s face, so putting her magic wand down, for now, she climbed over to where Eren’s head was, carefully positioning her ass right over his waiting mouth. Moving down, she smothered his face, making sure that her butt was at the right place. With how it covered all of his face, Eren’s breathing was reduced to a trickle, both mouth and nose full of Mikasa’s ass, left with nothing but hope that she won’t suffocate him. Then again, there are worse ways to go than being smothered by a beautiful butt. Just as he was losing hope, unable to help himself, tied up as he was, Mikasa lifted herself a bit, allowing sweet air back in. Eren gulped it down, chest heaving, but he wasn’t allowed to breathe for long before she sat down again. Pleasing his mistress was difficult, considering the position and all, her puppy needed some motivation. Changing her seating form, Mikasa straightened her legs, letting them rest on the cock cage, playing with it with her toes. It was nowhere near as bad as the Hitachi wand torture, but it was a warning. Eren should better start using his tongue, or she can very well just go back to her previous fun.

The shift in her position also meant that all her heavy weight was now resting on top of his body, her athletic form difficult to bear. Leaning on Eren’s shoulders to steady herself, Mikasa poked at his cock with her foot, prompting him to finally dart out with his tongue, licking alongside her anus. Despite these hard conditions, he did his best to please her, moving alongside the rim before dipping inside the puckered hole, eating her ass as dutifully as he could. There was also that little problem of being suffocated by Mikasa’s firm butt. Merciful as his mistress was, she lifted her ass from time to time, pausing the smothering in order to let her pet breathe for a few moments before sitting back down. Breathing would be a distraction from serving her anyway, with no air available the only thing Eren could do was pleasure her and hope that she will decide that he deserves oxygen for his efforts.

“That’s a good boy,”, she moaned on top of him, head falling back, her foot pressing harder against the cage, making him groan into her, “Do-don’t you d-dare stop.”
She was close, very close, and to help her pet along Mikasa lowered one hand between her legs, playing with her swollen clit, rubbing herself in sync with the movements of Eren’s tongue dancing around her anus. Dipping two fingers inside herself, Mikasa spread her legs to touch herself better, moaning loudly and making no effort to muffle herself. With a deep shove of his tongue Eren finally pushed her over, Mikasa’s body writhing as an orgasm overtook her, still fingering herself to drag it out. Feeling her tighten and release was great, although the momentary lapse in vigilance meant that Eren was dangerously close to suffocating when Mikasa finally got off his face, allowing her pet to live. She needed a moment to calm after having her butt so nicely pleasured, Catching her breath, calming herself, she moved to stare right down at her pet.

“You deserve a reward for this,”, she said, caressing his hair and watching Eren’s face, red from both the teasing and the lack of oxygen, “That was some fine ass-eating you did.”

“Th…”, he coughed, throat hoarse, “Thank you, mistress.”

With a wink, Mikasa repositioned herself between Eren’s legs, once again gently running her fingers over the bars.

“I think it’s high time we let you out”, she cooed, tracing the ring with the tip of her finger, “wouldn’t you say?”

“I… Uhm..”, praying to high heaven that this is not another one of Mikasa’s traps, Eren met her gaze with a bit of fear in his own eyes, “I-If you believe I deserve it, mistress..”
Slowly, as if she was still deciding, Mikasa slipped the key from around her neck, sliding it into the lock. With a click, the cage loosened, falling away from his cock which almost immediately sprung to its full length. The cage was gone, but the ring remained, pulled tight around the base, meaning that Eren was not yet completely free.

“You know how it goes,”, she said, putting away the cage and retrieving another thing from her collection, placed in a way that Eren couldn’t see what it was, “Something goes out, something else….”

Pop and the pleasant smell of scented lube invaded his nose.
“Goes in…”

The finger penetrating his ass was not much of a surprise anymore. Mikasa was in no rush, slowly preparing her pet’s hole, rotating her hand to loosen his muscles. Adding another finger, she dripped a bit more lube over him, and Eren finally recognized what the smell was. Cherry. Mikasa was using the lube Hange gave them as a gift, making him wonder if the scientist would be surprised by how they were enjoying it. Probably not. Scissoring her fingers, the tips brushed against Eren’s prostate, making him hiss at the white-hot pleasure that coursed through his veins.

“Easy… Easy…”, Mikasa was still smiling, her voice light, “Don’t get too worked up yet.”

How was he supposed to not get worked up when she fingered his ass so well, knowing just where to touch and how to move her hand to make him melt. The muscles gave way, surrendering to her, and that was exactly what she wanted. Pulling her fingers out, Mikasa laughed when Eren whined in protest.

“Aw, you’re so cute.”

With that, a new pressure appeared against his anus, sliding past the weakened ring and into him. Silicone, a shape he knew, curved in a way that pressed right against his sweet spot. Eyes shooting open, Eren saw that it wasn’t a strap-on, as he first thought, it wasn’t fastened to Mikasa’s waist. It was a vibrator, a prostate massager, a toy that had the power to reduce him into a complete mess. As if he wasn’t ruined enough. Satisfied that it was placed into him correctly, sheathed all the way in, Mikasa retrieved the remote and climbed back up over his body to face him.

“Let’s turn it up a notch.”, she said, “You’ll eat me out, make me cum all over your face with your tongue while this thing, “she held up the remote, “will play with your ass.”
A broken whine from him. Good enough.

“If I decide that you earned it,” Mikasa continued, “I’ll let you cum. If not, well….”
Her eyes moved back where the cage and wand were resting.

“We can always go back.”

“I’ll give you the best orgasm of your life, mistress, you can count on me.”, Eren pleaded, almost feverish, willing to do anything not to go back into the cage.

Desperate, just as she liked him.

“We’ll see about that.”

Resuming her rightful position on the throne that was Eren’s face, Mikasa sighed happily when she felt her slave immediately go to work, mouth, and tongue eager to stay true to his word. Relaxing, letting him do his magic, Mikasa clicked the remote, the toy in Eren’s ass coming to life. It worked amazingly, massaging his prostate just as the name suggested, making his cock strain wildly against the ring. It was hard to stay focused on eating his mistress out, with this toy inside him, but Eren was determined. Moving his mouth, licking at her, locating the sweet spots with the tip of his tongue, he did everything he could to make her cum.

He mouthed her eagerly, tongue dipping deeper into her sex, prodding, and lapping at all she had to offer. Unable to use his hands to pull her closer, Eren had to make do with her ass pressing down against his chin as Mikasa eased more of her weight on top of him. Skin warm against her bare thighs, hot breath coming in exhale right into her, everything wet with his saliva and her juices. Her cunt quaked, throbbing and squeezing as his tongue worked within her.

Mikasa was worked up again, not letting her body rest, thighs squeezing hard around his face, freezing Eren in place. She panted on top of him, her hand clenching around the remote, the other pressed against his belly, stabilizing herself. Eren didn’t leave any part of her body alone. Tongue tracing from her pussy to her anus, he glided around that spit slick hole, dipping in again, making her moans rise in intensity. She didn’t even feel like touching herself at this point, Eren was just too good at this, trained by her in the arts of pussy and ass eating to perfection. Even with the prostate massager inside him as a distraction, he was making her see white, muscles of her core pulling tighter and tighter in the preparation of the rapidly approaching peak.

His tongue continued to pry into her heat, slick and tight and accompanied by moans and curses, muffled by the legs squeezing his head. Eren couldn’t hear her, but he could feel her, feel how she bucked on top of him, riding his face, chasing her orgasm that was closer and closer by the second. Her skin was feverish, beads of sweat gliding down and collecting to where her body was hugged by the harness. Her small tits, framed by the belts, were squeezed anytime she moved, only heightening the beautiful experience. The velvety walls squeezing around his tongue, thighs shaking, breathing ragged. She was drenched now between the legs, by both her arousal and the spit, smearing it all over his face, but Eren was far from minding that.

And then she was gone. Muscles tight, her cunt gripped his tongue hard, pulsing around the wet intruder in an attempt to milk it. Mikasa’s body shook, her head fell back, a scream of pure ecstasy ripping from her throat.

“Eren, I…”, she moaned, the fire spreading into her, “Oh god!”

Her hips were moving on their own now, riding his face, using his tongue to keep herself engaged, to prolong her pleasure high as long as possible. Eren was completely on board with that. Not pulling back in the slightest, he kept on tongue fucking her, delving deep into her throbbing sex, drinking her in. She was high and feverish, head lost somewhere in the clouds of sex, feeling thoroughly satisfied. Mikasa couldn’t hold herself up anymore, and with Eren’s hands tied, there was no one to catch her as she collapsed, panting hard into his skin.

There was silence now when she wasn’t screaming anymore, a silence broken by their heavy breathing and the gentle buzz of the prostate massager. The way she fell, down at his stomach, placed her just a few inches away from his straining cock, dripping precum everywhere. There wasn’t a word to describe how much Eren needed a release anymore. Teased, being forced to eat his mistress out and feeling her cumming on top of him multiple times was hot as fuck, and with his vibed prostate added to the mix it was getting too much. Too fucking much to handle. Still, Mikasa took her time, getting her body back to work, stretching like a cat. Pushing herself up on all fours, knees digging almost painfully into his stomach, she turned to look at Eren, dragging a finger down his drenched face.

“Well that was something, puppy.”, pushing her fingers into his mouth, she let him suck on them, “You are so well trained, I adore your magical mouth…”

Eren wanted to reply to that, thank her, or maybe say that perhaps the reward in order, but whatever he wanted to say never left his mouth because Mikasa finally touched his cock, for the first time since letting him out of the cage. It wasn’t with her hands, she was facing him after all, but her feet slid down, taking his length between them, holding him between the instep of one and the bottom of the other foot. With this improvised hold, Mikasa began jerking him off, moving her legs up and down in a rhythmic motion. It wasn’t fair. No one was supposed to have this much of agility in their feet. Mikasa wasn’t even looking at what she was doing, content with watching his face, moaning around her fingers in his mouth, grinning like a cat.

“Poor baby, did you want to say something?”, her feet pumped him harder, the tips of her fingers scissoring as she forced his mouth open.

Eren was panting like a dog at this point, his tongue out, eyes blown and unfocused while she kept torturing him. An idea popping out in her head, Mikasa pursed her lips, letting a rope of spit fall. The process was slow, telegraphed, and if Eren didn’t want to participate he had plenty of time to turn his face away. But he didn’t. Instead, he let her spit into his mouth, opened and pliant and completely at her mercy. Fuck, that was hot. Dipping down, Mikasa kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth, the tempo of her footjob hard and fast. Combined with the massager, it was a lot of pleasure, more than Eren was able to handle, swelling against the cockring. It was supposed to stop him from cumming, but he was simply too overwhelmed, his body burned with the need. It couldn’t stop him from cumming but cruel as the toy was, it ruined the orgasm his dominatrix forced out of him. Leaking some pitiful dribble on Mikasa’s feet, Eren let out a pathetic whine, not finding any pleasure in this. He felt her grin against his mouth. It did nothing to lessen the pressure, it did not make him feel better, in fact, he was feeling worse now.  And Mikasa was not about to ignore that.

“Aw would you look at that.”, once again sliding down between his spread legs, she poked his leaking thing, still smiling. She was so cruel, it was unreal.

“This is some next level desperation, puppy, managing to cum even with the ring on. And just from my feet too.”

Just from her feet and the prostate massager, of course, but she gracefully omitted that vibrator deep in Eren’s ass. Face thoughtful, her fingers circled the engraved steel of the cockring.

“Maybe I should have pulled it tighter.”

To add insult to injury, she lowered her head, dragging her tongue over the side of his cock, licking it clean of its half-release, teasing him again. Life sucks when your cock is owned by such a cruel dominatrix.

“But such disobedience still warrants punishment.”, she added, back to being a strict dominatrix, “Babe, it’s time for your dick flattening.”

With that, she pushed down hard, pressing his cock against his stomach and forcing another whine from his throat. This wasn’t fair. Letting go, she stroked him, getting his erection going again before re-applying the pressure, flattening his dick back down. It was harsh, borderline painful, but she was having fun. And that’s what mattered.
“You like it?”, she asked, getting a weak shake of his head in reply, “Too bad, because I do.”

Turning up the heat, Mikasa stood up on the bed, lifting one leg and using her foot instead of her hand, stepping on Eren’s jewels. It was worse like this, with her weight pressing down, made even more unbearably when she grinded her heel against his cock, making him cry out. Ok, maybe cumming without permission was out of line, but it was a stupid ruined orgasm which he couldn’t control anyway. Having his dick flattened was not an appropriate response. Ignoring his wordless protest, Mikasa grinded down harder, pushing her foot right against the head, sadistic. She always lessened the pressure before increasing it again, giving Eren those little hopes that his punishment was complete. It wasn’t.

It would be a shame to flatten his dick completely. Eren had a nice cock, 10/10, long, thick, with well-shaped balls and all, but obedience was a base of a happy relationship, and Mikasa just had to punish him. It was her duty as Eren’s mistress to discipline her pet when he misbehaved.

“Anything you want to say in your defense?”, she queried, poking his swollen sack with her toes, “Or do you want me to completely crush your balls.”

“I’d… Uhm…. Pre-Prefer if you did-didn’t, mistress. Why would you destroy your property?”

Ooh, using her own reasoning against her. Cheeky, but Mikasa liked it.

“Good point.”, she surrendered, finally lifting her foot from Eren’s abused cock.

The punishment had to be more severe, but Mikasa wanted to be smarter about it. He came without permission, and while it was still an unfulfilling finish, it went against her wishes. Maybe she should show him just how unpleasant having your orgasm ruined can be. A smile appeared on her face. Yes, that was the perfect way to show Eren the error of his ways.

“Now then..”, back between his legs, she stroked the reddened length with a thoughtful expression on her face, “What am I going to do with you….”

Eren wasn’t in the position to decide his fate. Tied up, he shot a quick prayer towards heaven, hoping that Mikasa won’t pull out any more of her devilish scheme. He was wrong, of course, but he didn’t know that. Yet. Pausing for a moment, Mikasa retrieved the lube bottle and dribbled some of the cherry-scented liquid down on Eren’s length, massaging it all over him. It was always fun to have her hand turbo glide over his cock, with almost no resistance at all. Taking a firmer grip, she began pumping him, up and down at a steady tempo. Mikasa didn’t rush, but wasn’t too slow either, using her thumb to play with the head and increase the already dangerously spiking pleasure. Hearing his sounds, watching him squirm against the belts holding it down reminded Mikasa that she didn’t have to tire her hands, did she. Retrieving the Hitachi wand, she turned it on, pressing the vibrating head right against the tip of Eren’s cock. It felt powerful when she was vibing his cage, it felt insane when it was right on his oversensitive flesh. With a scream of a dying animal, Eren pulled on the bindings hard, the leather groaning in protest. But he couldn’t free himself, he couldn’t do anything, he was left in Mikasa’s hands, who undistracted by his actions continued, tracing all of his length with the wand. Moving down, she pushed it down against his balls, jerking him off with her free hand. It was too much again. With the vibrator in his ass, the wand at his balls, Mikasa’s skillful hand on his cock, Eren could feel it coming again, that wave that would grant him release but no pleasure, a pitiful excuse for an orgasm that he did not want to happen again.

“P-Please!”, he screamed, willing to do anything to be let free, “Mistress, I beg you, not again…”

“Oh?” As if she just noticed his struggle, Mikasa looked up with an arched eyebrow, “What do you want, puppy?”

“Please, let me out, please please…”, his words fell apart, becoming a pleading gibberish as he held her gaze, beyond desperate.

“You want me to take off the ring?”, she asked, tapping it with her nail.

He nodded immediately, more begging on his lips.

“You think I should let you cum?”, Mikasa wasn’t convinced, “Do you deserve it?”

Maybe it was a bad idea, but Eren couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Y-Yes... Please…”

She studied his face, black nails tapping against the steel ring.

“Very well, since you’re begging so nicely.”

The cockring clicked open, falling away, and Mikasa placed it next to the cage. Gone, but easily in her reach. Eren felt like he could fly, the infernal pressure was gone from around his base, he was free, so free. Well, if you didn’t count that he was tied to the bed, but that was insignificant. He was so lucky that his mistress was such a nice person, it was proof that she loved him so much. Shooting him a smile, Mikasa began stroking his cock again, her hand feeling so much better now that the ring was gone. The wand also clicked on, the buzz combining with the prostate massager that never stopped, finding its place under the head of his cock, pleasuring the most sensitive place. Eren was in heaven, the buildup rising and rising, the climax he deserved building in his beaten and bruised body, sure to be an amazing one. Yes, just a tiny bit more, last push and…

“You know, it’s amazing,”, her voice, coming into his barely coherent ears, Eren’s whole existence clenched in preparation for that amazing release she was building up for him, “All this training and still…”

Suspicion, creeping up his spine in reaction to the tone of her words, a thinly veiled threat in them.

“Still you think that you can tell me what to do.”, a tired sigh from her lips, but at the same time her hand sped up and he was close, so fucking close….

“The audacity.”

Eren broke. And she stopped, right at the same time, her hand rapidly sliding down to clamp hard at the base, replacing the cock ring with her fingers. The wand was also gone, and the vibrator went dead in his ass, the pleasure stopping. Yet he couldn’t stop it anymore. Eyes shooting open, Eren whined out loud in protest, his hips trying and failing to move, held down by the belts. He needed friction, something, anything to rub his cock on, to find that stimulation. Nothing, there was nothing, only the iron hold Mikasa had on his balls, denying him any sort of pleasure. Again. The wave crashed. Shaking, dribbling, Eren was mercilessly thrown into another ruined orgasm, a punishment from his cruel mistress, weakly leaking on his stomach. The dominatrix granted him no pleasure, she finished her pet off in the worst possible way, his cock going into that half-soft half-hard mode, only adding to his frustration. Body shaking, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, Eren couldn’t be more destroyed. Correction, he thought that he couldn’t be more destroyed. Mikasa disagreed.

When her tongue touched his ruined cock, when she sucked on him, Eren literally sobbed, unable to bear her anymore. How could she do this to him?

“N-No, please… Mistress…”, he looked down at her, down between his legs where she was bringing his cock back to life, ignoring his pleadings, “Not again, anything but this... Please!”

Her dark eyes met his, grey flashing into emerald, and Mikasa waited for a second, pausing in her torment. And Eren knew what she was waiting for. Is he going to use his safeword? Is he going to take that way out?

No. He couldn’t. Despite the suffering, despite being this used and abused, despite feeling like his consciousness could snap at any moment, Eren was loving this. Deep down, hidden, but it was there. The fact that Mikasa owned him, did what she wanted to him, this incredibly cruel and merciless, it rubbed the twisted parts of him so well. There could never be anyone else but her, Eren would never let anyone else ruin him like this. Just her, his dark goddess, his small tiddy goth gf, his cruel domme, his beloved mistress. Just Mikasa.

Seeing that he is silent, that he won’t give in, Mikasa went back to work. If Eren won’t back down, she certainly didn’t feel like stopping. Exploring his uttermost limits, balancing him on the edge, that was always worth it. He could fall, if he wanted to, but she would catch him.

Eren did his best to stay soft in her mouth, but that task was impossible. It didn’t matter how hard he tried to force his cock not to harden, how hard he pushed the erection back, it still happened. His body was still unsatisfied, it yearned for a proper release. Teased for this long, his balls felt like bursting, the two consecutive ruined orgasms brought him no satisfaction. But from the look on Mikasa’s face, that wasn’t happening. Resurrected, his length was once again standing at attention, making her smirk. Raising the Hitachi wand, again, she circled the head of his cock, loving the shuddering breath he took. Eren knew what was coming this time, knew that begging and pleading won’t save him.  He should have kept his fucking mouth shut, trying to tell Mikasa what she should do with her own cock. So what that it was attached to his body, it still belonged to her.

He closed his eyes, turned his head away. He tried to think about unsexy stuff. That wouldn’t work if he would look at her, Mikasa was fucking beautiful, naked porcelain skin glistening with sweat, black leather belts of the harness crossing her body, all the way from her choker down to her thighs. He loved how it made her tits stand out, the white framed by the black, how beautifully her abs looked, bathed in sweat. Yea, he couldn’t look at her, if he wanted to make his cock soft.

Still, it didn’t work.

The wand felt too good. Her mouth felt too good. It didn’t matter that the massager wasn’t turned back on, remaining a dead weight in his ass. Her hand, oh god her fucking hand. Mikasa just knew how to touch him, knew how to spread her fingers around him, knew where to push. He couldn’t win. Never. And to make it even worse, when the dominatrix saw how her slave tried to deny her, she did the worst thing possible.

She giggled.

Tears slid down his face. Why did she have to do this to him, and worse, why did he love it so much? Muscles clenching, Eren tried to push the rising tide back, to no avail, tried delaying his peak as much as he could, knowing that she’s just going to ruin it for him. Mikasa was keeping a close eye on his cock, her fingers always checking the glands, she knew exactly how his body reacted when he was close. He couldn’t trick her, he couldn’t stop her, he couldn’t do anything. It came, unstoppable as a hurricane, made him climb higher and higher until he tripped over the place of no return. And again, she denied him. For the third time that evening, Eren cried out while his cock finished with no stimulation, trembling with each spurt, for the third time he dribbled a pitiful amount of cum, for the third time he was kicked down from his height with no satisfaction. She tormented him until he was done, and then some more, adding post orgasm torture to the long list of things that she’s put her pet through tonight. Even as his length was going back into its half-soft state, she kept the wand going, her tongue drawing playful circles at the head. It made Eren afraid that perhaps Mikasa still wasn’t done, that she intends to ruin him again, but just as he was completely losing hope, she stopped. Putting the wand down, she looked over her handiwork, proud of what she’s done. Eren was humiliated, done, ruined. His cock was red and abused, balls still full to bursting, no release granted. He was openly crying, tears sliding down his face, body shaking as much as it could in the tight confines of the bondage.

If there was hell, Eren was tied down in the deepest circle, and the devil herself, hidden in the form of a beautiful woman, was tormenting him.

Job well done, Mikasa quietly congratulated herself, Eren was about as ravaged as a man could be. A bit tired from all those activities, her legs still feeling weak from how powerful her satisfying climax was, Mikasa decided to take a breather. A pause in all this madness to collect her bearings and decide how to play with her pet further. The night was still young. Digging into her box of wonders, Mikasa pulled out another piece, crawling to where Eren’s head was. Her puppy was unresponsive, looking away, his face so sad that it tugged at her heart. Just a little bit. To get some reaction out of him, to wake him up from that lethargy, Mikasa put her head close to his chest, teasing one of his nipples with the tip of her tongue. Eren’s nostrils flared, but he still refused to look at her, didn’t want to fall for her charms again just to be let down.

“Puppy, don’t sulk.”, she tried, a certain artificial sweetness in her voice.

If anything, it made him sulk harder. Oh well, she tried to be nice. When the cold metal clamp bit down into his nipple, Eren finally did something, hissed in pain to be exact. His teary eyes found her face, a silent pleading written in his features. But no, Mikasa wouldn’t relent. Eren could always safeword out, and if he wouldn’t do it, she had reason to spare him from her sadistic machinations. She put the metal jaws on his other nipple too, the chain connecting the clamps rattling. With that out of the way, Mikasa took the leather hood she had brought, grabbing a fistful of Eren’s hair and roughly angling his head so she can slip it over him. It cut off his vision and hearing, covering his eyes and ears by a thick amount of the material. Then it was time to take care of his mouth, so pushing two fingers into it, Mikasa pried it open, gagging Eren with a rubber ball. He didn’t fight her when she secured the strap around the back of his head but didn’t help her either, choosing apathy as his defense mechanism against her sadism. Too bad that Mikasa didn’t mind, she was sure that the next batch of toys would cut through that like a hot knife through butter.

The toy looks unassuming, just like a small open cuff or a sheath, but from what she heard on the internet, it was supposed to be powerful. No better time to try than now. First, she retrieved the ring from where she put it, clicking it closed around his cock again. It would help maintain his erection and prevent him from cumming to a degree, and Mikasa wanted to continue having fun. He was still half-soft, his body recovering from the shock of the ruined finish, but that didn’t matter, the toy should work even on a fully flaccid penis. The placement was important, and Mikasa made sure to slide the thing so the vibrating plate would be in the right place, the underside of the head, the most sensitive place. The wings of the toy hugged his shape, holding the whole thing. Mikasa’s work was uninterrupted by any sounds from Eren, who was lost in complete darkness, blind, deaf and mute. He could feel her fingers on his cock, locking it into some infernal contraption again, but he couldn’t do anything about it. Just wait. And fear what was about to come.

Right, so did she forget anything? Cockring? Check. The vibrating toy secured on his penis? Check. Prostate massager still in place? Check. The nipple clamps? Check. Gag? Check. Hood? Check. The bindings? Check. Yup, it’s game time. Sliding down from the bed, Mikasa took a seat, watching Eren’s motionless form on the bed. This position, him tied up and helpless, his senses taken away, her, with the remotes in hands and fully in power, this was exactly what he did to her not that long ago. That time, she was the one on the bed, tied to the frame and in Eren’s hands, but their positions were now reversed. And it was time to show him just how amazing it is, to be subjected to a complete sensory deprivation and have your weak spots attacked at the same time. Clicking the remotes in her hands on, Mikasa brought the toys to life.

When the massager woke up, Eren groaned into the gag. He almost forgot that he had it stuck in his ass all this time, most of his attention focused on the torment his crotch received. Then, the clamps Mikasa put on his nipples followed, also vibrating, because why the hell not. And then, just as he thought that this was it, the sheath that she slid his cock in joined in. Whoever came up with the toy had a rather good idea about male anatomy, because the vibrating plate was pressed right against his frenulum, making the toy very effective. His cock was back in full-on hard mode before he realized what was happening. So this is what it felt like. Eren had no control over the situation, he was tied to the bed and sex toys were vibrating against the most vulnerable parts of his body. There was nothing he could do to affect his position in any way, his fate was in Mikasa’s hands. Unable to bear it silent anymore, he threw his head back, the leather of the hood sliding across the bedding and screamed into the gag, the sound effectively muffled. Nope, nothing. He couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, couldn’t speak. Couldn’t make her stop. Just lay right there and take it.

Mikasa was loving this. Watching Eren writhe on the bed, his head snapping from side to side in futile attempts to do something, hands, and legs pulling at the cuffs as he tried to free himself. It didn’t help, not even when he pulled with all his strength, making his muscles stand out so nicely beneath the skin. With the belts securing him to the mattress, Eren couldn’t even shift his hips to lessen the pressure. Fuck, but this was hot. Before Mikasa even realized what she was doing, her hand found its way between her legs, fingers touching her engorged clit. When the tips of her fingers slid across her wet nub, she stopped herself, staring down with wide eyes. Was she seriously going to finger herself while watching Eren tied to the bed, fighting against the vibro-torture she put him in? Slowly, her lips spread into a grin.

Fuck yes.

Grabbing the neglected Hitachi wand, not needed by her puppy as Eren had other toys entertaining him, Mikasa turned it on and pressed it against her pulsing clit, sighing happily. Eyes glued to her lover’s bound body, she stared as he shook, drinking in those delicious sounds muffled by the gag. Sweat was gliding down over his muscles, making them glisten so perfectly. It was like watching a scene from a movie, the torment of a fallen angel, Eren’s silent battle against the machines was beautiful to behold. His body, all hard muscle and planes of smooth skin, restricted by her devilish hand, tormented because she wanted him to. Observing the fruits of her labor, Mikasa felt powerful and in control and it did make wonders for her arousal. Putting one leg on the chair, spreading herself open, she pushed two fingers into her wet opening, a moan falling from her lips. While Eren could find no release, the ring working as intended, he was left to stay on the edge endlessly, Mikasa worked herself to a solid peak. Fingers deep inside her clenching cunt, wand working against her swollen clit, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from her helpless puppy. Her pet was doing his best to stay sane, the toys breaking and entering into places that should remain locked. Eren couldn’t even hear her moans, couldn’t see how she worked herself between the obscenely spread legs. Melting into the sofa, Mikasa came on a deep shove of her digits, chest heaving, using the wand to prolong the orgasm for herself. Oh yeah, this was the stuff. The wand falling from her fingers, Mikasa leaned back, calming herself, eyes not leaving Eren even for a second. Watching him squirm, watching him fight and lose against the bondage he was in, watching the toys buzz against his body, she came to a decision. His ass was surely more than prepared by now, the prostate massager working him for some time, and Mikasa did want to fuck him before the play was done. No time like the present. But when she tried standing up, her exhausted legs couldn’t hold her, and Mikasa fell back into the chair. Okay, maybe in a moment. For now, she would just relax and watch that nice spectacle happening in front of her on the bed. After calming down, she would walk over to the place where their toys were, pick out her favorite strap-on and fasten it around her hips. She would climb into the bed and fuck the lights out of Eren. But for now, she would just watch and enjoy the show. Her puppy wasn’t going anywhere, the tight bondage made sure of that.


Eren didn’t know how much time has passed, he had no way of measuring it. It felt like ages since Mikasa took his senses away from him, since she turned the toys on and left him cooking in his own sweat. Robbed of any way to influence his well-being, Eren was reduced to a moaning mess, pulling at the cuffs in desperate attempts to break free, but deep down he knew that they won’t give. They didn’t. He could only be let out by Mikasa’s grace, and she was especially cruel tonight. The dominatrix could keep him tied to the bed as long as she wanted to. Eren couldn’t even think, the toys robbed him of any ability to form coherent thoughts, placed expertly and abusing him without a pause.  Just as he was slowly coming to terms with being turned into another piece of furniture, fingers appeared, untying his gag and pulling the sweat-slick rubber from his mouth.

"Miss-", was all Eren got out before it was replaced, but this time the toy shoved between his lips wasn't a ball.

Tracing the thing with his tongue, Eren very quickly understood what it was. The strap-on, the one that Mikasa most likely planned on fucking him with, was now deep in his mouth. Apparently, his queen wanted a blowjob before ravaging her slave.

"Suck my cock, slut.", came her voice from somewhere above, as she was most likely kneeling next to his head in order to fuck his mouth properly, "Get it nice and wet so I can slide into your ass better."

Eren wasn't experienced in this, he didn't know what to do. He tried remembering how Mikasa used her mouth on him, how she could make him melt, but thinking was hard, nigh impossible. All the toys were still abusing his poor body, the vibrator in his ass, the sheath on his cock, the clamps on his nipples. Most he could muster was a slight suck, soon interrupted by a moan as the machines continued in their torment. And that was not enough for mistress Ackerman, far from it. A hard slap landed on Eren's cheek, setting it on fire, soon followed by another one.

"Can't you even do this on your own?", another slap, "Do I really have to do everything myself?"

He tried apologizing, but with the fake cock in his mouth, not much came out apart from the usual "Mmmmm."

Disappointed by how useless her slave was, Mikasa repositioned herself. One hand taking firm hold of Eren's hooded head, she angled it better so the strap-on went straight from her waist to his mouth. And then, she did the thing that Eren did to her, multiple times in the past. She fucked his face. Hard. It was a strange sensation, having the plastic cock inside his mouth, sliding in and out of the wet cavern with no control from his side. Mikasa was ruthless, pushing past and into his throat, making Eren gag around the strap-on. Deep inside, she held, her hand keeping his head in place as he struggled for breath. When he choked, she pulled out for a moment, letting Eren catch his breath, but then it was back and going deep. His nose bumped into Mikasa's skin when the whole length was being forced into his throat, again and again, the gagging sounds ignored by the cruel mistress. She stopped while fully sheathed, feeling Eren's frantic breath fan over the apex of her thighs, knowing that he can't even breathe through his nose because of the hood. All he could do was pant around the plastic cock in his mouth, hoping that Mikasa will pull back in time as tears leaked from his eyes, hidden beneath the latex. She did so, only to do it all over again, force herself all the way in and stay there until her pet almost passed out. Pull back, let him breathe, push back in and hold. It was her duty as Eren's owner to work that pesky gag reflex away, and this was the best way there is. Her perfect abdominals moved, back and forward, increasing in tempo and fucking Eren's face so hard that he was losing his mind, oxygen denied from his brain. Just as it felt like he's going to pass out from the lack of air, she pulled out for the second time and he gasped hard, chest heaving.

"Are you going to suck my cock properly now?", a simple question from mistress Ackerman, one even Eren could answer.

Unable to speak, he nodded, opening his ravaged mouth like the good sex slave that he was. Satisfied, Mikasa put the toy between his lips, but didn't move now, letting Eren take the lead. And he did. Eyes clenched into the darkness of the black latex hood, muscles shaking with how the toys abused him, he bobbed his head back and forth, sucking Mikasa's fake cock with as much zeal as he could muster. He didn't want her raping his mouth again. Mikasa could use her tongue so smartly when giving blowjob, she could play with him so expertly, and Eren did his best to copy that. He took her strap-on deep, letting it graze past his gag reflex again, relaxing his throat as much as he could. He gagged still, making the unseen goddess above him giggle with glee.

"You're such an eager slut, deepthroating my cock even when I don't force you to."

He pulled back, letting the tip of the toy rest between his swollen lips.

"Anything to make you happy, mistress."

And he went right back in, the wet sounds intertwining with the buzzing of the toys. Above him, kneeling on the bed, Mikasa sighed in pure happiness as she watched. Eren was such an amazing partner for this, the way he could switch from top to bottom was incredible. Here he was, giving the strap-on at her waist a sloppy blowjob, going as hard as he could. Too bad Mikasa couldn't feel anything from how eagerly he throated the fake cock, but judging from how amazing Eren was at cunnilingus, she imagined that it would feel out of this world. Such a loving slave, such a nice pet, such an eager pain slut. Mikasa loved him so much that it made her heart ache, a thing that was a little strange considering what was going on right now. Yes, she just had a moment of deep love for the man giving her strap-on a long, sloppy blowjob, moaning and groaning when the toys abusing his body overcame Eren's will to focus on the task. Ahh.

Well, it was certainly wet enough, as Eren did his best to suck her off, and was going at it for a long time now. His jaw ached, his tongue felt dead, his neck protested against the awkward angle he had to hold. But he kept going, because his goddess ordered him to, and because Eren was hers, she could do what she wanted to him. Just as he tongued the head of the toy again, it was taken from him, Mikasa pulled her hips back and the cock slipped from between Eren's lips. And then she was kissing him, hard and dominant, her tongue replacing the strap-on and ravaging his mouth. Mikasa poured all of her twisted love into it, making herself known through this aggressive liplock. The kiss was everything, even with the toys still vibrating against all of Eren's weak points, and he surrendered to it, surrendered to her. Hell, it was way more pleasurable than having that strap-on fucking his throat.

It wasn't a single kiss, it was a make-out, right here in the place of Eren's infernal suffering. Her black lips kept attacking his red swollen ones, kissing and biting and licking and sucking and everything that she wanted. Eren couldn't see her, the latex of his hood effectively blocking his eyesight, he couldn't kiss her back much, thanks to the toys, he couldn't even move his head because Mikasa kept a strong hold on it. One hand sliding down, she squeezed Eren's throat too, choking the air out of him. He was high on the feeling, lightheaded, assaulted from so many fronts at once. When she let go, he heaved in a breath, knowing that she is going to choke him again. And she did, not stopping in her assault on his mouth even once. But every brutal kiss was filled with love, no matter how painfully she bit his bottom lip. Her love wasn't easy and simple vanilla, sometimes it was this painful and helpless, dominating and in control. Sometimes it meant being stepped on, and then forced to worship the very same boots that did that. Sometimes it meant being tied up and abused for hours, edged into oblivion countless times, sometimes it meant having your throat fucked by a strap-on, but it was the only love Eren could ever ask for. For him and his own kinks, it was the perfect match, just as Mikasa was.

Out of nowhere she was gone, her hands disappearing at the same time as her tongue from his mouth. Eren gasped for air, so overtaken with the kiss that he forgot to breathe, but then the gag was back, secured around the back of his head. Her cock was lubed up, her need to kiss her slave satisfied, and it was time to show Eren just how much dominatrix Mikasa loved him. By using the strap-on he so generously sucked for her and ravaging that pretty ass of his till he passes out. Her black lips curled, and she voiced the last warning, or more like an announcement, of what was going to happen. Not like Eren had any say in it, tied up and helpless, he was hers to play with.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard that you won't walk for a week, slut."

He gulped, his adam's apple bobbing up and down, an icy tingle running down his spine. Mikasa did not make idle threats. For her, it was time to get to work.

The toys switched off and fingers were back. Not on his face as he expected, instead they were between his legs pulling at the vibrator. It left his ass with a wet sound caused by the copious amounts of lube Mikasa used to push it in, making his muscles automatically clench around the sudden emptiness. After that, she removed that sheath from his cock, making Eren’s body free of the infernal machines. With the hood still on his head, he couldn’t see what Mikasa was doing, but Eren had the creeping feeling that his butt won’t remain free for a long time. For once, he was correct.

To get the desired angle, Mikasa had to untie his legs, placing them around her hips instead. With that out of the way, she grabbed the strap-on at the base, carefully guiding it into his stretched opening. The plastic head of the dildo slipped between parted ass cheeks, tracing over his perineum until Eren was trembling and clenching in anticipation. He knew what was coming. Finally, she pushed her hips forward, invading his private area with the toy. The stretch was delightful, the cold hard plastic pushing deeper and deeper into his ass with every movement of her hips. She pulled back before pushing forward, worked her way in, didn’t rush anywhere. Mikasa rolled her hips, the toy rubbing over his inner walls, and Eren cried out into the gag.

It was time to fully reward her pet, he deserved it for taking the dildo so well. Mikasa grabbed Eren’s shins, pushing and guiding, lifting his legs. She moved her hands to his knees, pressing them into his chest, practically bending him in half as his whole body curved and his ass stuck out, the strap-on still buried deep inside it. With this better angle at her disposal, Mikasa began fucking her pet in the earnest.

Her thrusts picked up the tempo. Deeper. Faster. Nudging against sensitive walls as his legs tensed up against her. Her hips slapped against his ass driving her plastic cock home. His knees were pressing into his chest almost painfully, but he didn’t even feel it, his entire brain fogged with Mikasa fucking his ass. Knowing how to move, how to rotate her hips, the tip of the dildo pressed against Eren’s prostate, the sounds he was making behind the gag rising, getting a new tone of intensity.

And it was time to bring the last surprise to play. She let go of his legs, letting those rest on her shoulders just for a moment. Reaching over, Mikasa grabbed the candle that she lit earlier while watching Eren writhe around on the bed, bringing it above her clueless slave. Tilting it, she let the red, hot wax fall in fat drops on his stomach, taking him completely by surprise. Not like he could see it coming, blindfolded as he was.

"Mmph!", Eren whined into the gag, the burn noticeable and rather painful.

Not caring, Mikasa kept her tempo up, in and out, while she tilted the candle again, dripping the burning substance on Eren's nipples. This made him scream, the sound muffled of course, his whole body clenching against the searing heat. And again, this time over his lower stomach, creating a rather pleasing image on his skin. And still, she wouldn't stop fucking him, her abdominal muscles as accurate and tireless as a machine. Maybe it could be understood as modern art, Mikasa wondered, burning Eren's stomach and forcing him to whine loudly. She didn't stop until Eren had solid wax stains all over his front, from the nipples right down to his still bound cock, red over the tanned skin. There, now he was burned enough for Mikasa's tastes and ready for some more hardcore pounding. Reaching over, she put the candle back down, focusing on the main objective. Grabbing Eren's legs, she doubled him over again, and her hips picked up the pace. She was still not done with her slave.

His cock throbbed between his legs, begging for attention, tears flowing from his eyes. She couldn’t see that thought, his face was hidden from her by the latex hood, but from how his body reacted to her, Mikasa knew that she was doing good. Faster still, in the perfect angle, hitting that sweet spot deep inside him again and again. Her thrusts were near brutal now. She was determined to make him cum just from her fake cock, there was no need to touch that weeping thing between his legs. Eren could cum like that, Mikasa has done that in the past and was about to repeat that achievement. Letting go of his legs for a second, she removed that restrictive device from his cock, her pet deserved to finally be granted a full release. Hooking her hands underneath his knees after, she pressed them higher, perfecting the angle she was fucking him at.

“Cum for me, cum on my fucking cock.”, she growled through gritted teeth, “Just like this, cum for me, slut.”

Keeping up the cruel pace, uncaring that he was sobbing beneath her again, Mikasa kept rubbing his prostate with the tip of the toy. His skin was feverish, molten fire in his veins, the sensation too much and not enough at the same time. Seconds passed, her thrusts changed experimentally but were always aimed for that sweet spot inside him and so powerful, slapping into his ass with loud smacks. Mikasa circled her hips, snapped them up, rotated them, tireless abdominals allowing her to play with no limitations. She wouldn't get tired. Ever. There was darkness, there were the muffled obscene sounds of Mikasa ravaging him with her strap-on, there was the soft but firm hug of his bindings, and then there was the plastic cock inside his ass, hammering away. Eren felt like Mikasa had fucked any sense of intelligence out of him at this point. He couldn’t think, his vision had black spots even in the darkness of the hood, his ears were full of rushing blood. His ass hurt from how strongly she fucked him, the burn in the muscles of his legs becoming more prominent the longer he had them pressed against his chest. Every fibre of his being was hers, dominated and owned by her. She was his goddess, his queen, his dominatrix, his everything. It was the only reality he knew, especially now when he could feel it, tied up by her, fucked by her, Eren's mind slipping away from him with every deep thrust....

And then it hit him.

Like a fire, one deep hit was enough to send him over the edge. The gag, completely drenched in drool by now, was put to test as Eren screamed, body convulsing beneath her, cock throbbing as ropes of cum shot from it. His first real orgasm in a week, and it was an insanely powerful one, fucked from him by Mikasa’s strap-on without her laying a finger on his cock. It caked his stomach, reaching even as high as his chest, his ass clenching around the dildo buried inside it. Seeing that she had done it, Mikasa slowed down her movements but didn’t stop, knowing that if she kept fucking him it would make the whole experience even better. It did. The prolonged finish was like something from Eren’s wildest dreams. The sensory deprivation helped, with eyes and ears covered his brain wasn’t receiving any other information but that overwhelming pleasure, spreading from his prostate into his whole body. Mikasa milked him for all that he was worth, milked his prostate with the practiced movements of her hips, forcing Eren to surrender everything that he had. His essence was an offering to the dark goddess, and she was a greedy one.


“Eren? Baby?”, caressing his cheek, she got his attention, although his eyes were still very unfocused, mind flying somewhere very high, “Does anything hurt? Are you okay?”

He stared at her for a few seconds, digesting the words before his brain translated them.

“M’fine…”, he finally managed to let out, making a large weight fall from her shoulders.

Mikasa was genuinely worried to see him like this, usually fast reaction slowed to the speed of a slug. Playing rough was nice and all, but even mistress Ackerman had to make sure that Eren was truly okay, that she didn’t hurt him in her wild abandon. Buckle after buckle, she undid the bindings that held him to the bed, rubbing his wrists. They had red circles around, a proof of how hard Eren pulled on the bindings, but other than that there was no serious damage. His chest was scratched, his nipples were abused, but the worst was done in the places between his legs. Eren’s ass was reddened from how powerfully she fucked him, the place where her hips slapped into it almost welted. His cock was also mercilessly abused, now softened and shrunk, when his need was finally satisfied. She would take care of that damage, rub some cream into it, make sure that he recovered properly. But now, there was something else that Eren craved, and Mikasa knew exactly what to do. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she gently pulled his body towards her, putting Eren’s head into her lap. Stroking his overlong hair, she hummed a soothing melody, waiting for him to come back to reality.

It happened slowly. Minutes passed, more and more life coming back into his eyes, his mind returning from the subspace back to normal. Reaching out, Eren wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling himself closer until he could press his face into her firm stomach, just taking in her scent, breathing against her skin. She still had that leather harness around her body, and Eren was still collared, but there was time for that later. Keeping a rhythm going, she kept caressing him, giving Eren the privilege of choosing when he wants to move on. He would do that, but in time, now he was perfectly content with just resting on her thighs, having his head stroked and listening to her beautiful voice.

“Mikasa?”, he finally said after a long while, interrupting her melodic humming.

“Yes?”

“You’re a monster.”, a shaky inhale, “Those things you’ve done to me…”

That made her cringe a little bit, hand faltering where she was touching him. Did she let herself go too wild? Did she overdo it?

“I’m sorry, baby, was it too much?”

He rolled on his back, staring up into her worried face. Mikasa was biting her dark bottom lip in anticipation, unsure what to do, but her fears started melting away when a huge grin spread across Eren’s lips.

“You’re a monster,”, he repeated, “And I love you for it. This was….”

Honestly, he didn’t even know the words to describe what happened correctly.

“This was amazing, all that teasing, all those ruined climaxes…. When you finally allowed me to cum, it was an otherworldly experience, I blacked out for a short while. No joke.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear that you enjoyed it.”

“Enjoyed it is a weak word. I adored it.”, his eyes sparkled, “Just as I adore you, my queen.”

“You’re lucky that you are so cute.”, she said, booping his nose, “Otherwise I might have been forced to slap you for such cheesiness.”

“Really? And since I am that cute, what is going to happen?”

She pretended to think for a moment before snapping her fingers.

“Got it! I’m going to kiss you.”

Bending down, she pressed her lips against his, swallowing that laugh that bubbled from his chest. Soon, she was laughing too, and the kiss was messy and full of promise. When they stop kissing, Mikasa will finally strip from that harness, remove the choker from her throat and the earrings from her ears. Eren will let her unbuckle the collar from his neck and she will put it right next to hers, a nice set for the kinky couple that they were. They will take a long bath, massaging each other’s sore muscles and joking about what happened. After that, Mikasa will rub some cream into Eren’s ass and chest, easing the sting of the wounds he collected. With all that done, they will cuddle on the cleaned bed together, falling asleep in each other’s arms after whispering sweet nothingness just for the two of them to hear. Knowing that, it is better to just leave them alone for now, as it would be rude to trespass on such an intimate moment.

Wouldn’t it?