**Kitchen Domination**

I never thought it would come to this—standing in my own kitchen, bent over the counter, my ass stuffed with a cold metal anal hook while Miriam buckled the leather harness around my hips. She’d been teasing me about this for weeks. Ever since she locked my cock in that fucking chastity cage, I’d been at her mercy. And she loved every second of it.

“You look so pretty like this, Daniel,” she murmured, running her fingers down my spine. Her touch made me shiver. “All trussed up and desperate.” She gave the hook a little tug, sending a jolt through me. I groaned, my caged dick straining uselessly against the steel.

Miriam stepped back to admire her work. At 30, she had this effortless dominance about her—curves barely hidden under her tight skirt, that wicked glint in her eyes. She’d slipped on the strap-on while I was still fumbling with the hook, and now the thick silicone cock jutted out from her hips, glistening with lube.

“You’re going to take every inch,” she said, voice low.

I didn’t have a choice.

She grabbed my hips and yanked me back against her. The tip of the dildo pressed against my hole, already stretched by the hook, but still tight. I gasped as she pushed in, slow and relentless. My knees trembled. The stretch burned, but the deeper she went, the more my body betrayed me—shivering, moaning, aching for it.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Miriam growled. She buried herself to the hilt and paused, letting me feel the full length inside me. I could barely breathe. She squeezed my ass, nails digging in, then pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in.

“Oh god—!” I choked out.

She laughed, gripping the hook’s chain and tugging it upward, forcing my back to arch. “You love this, don’t you? My little slut.” She rocked into me harder, each thrust making the hook shift inside me, rubbing against my prostate. Pleasure crackled through me in sharp bursts. My caged cock dribbled helplessly.

Miriam leaned over me, her tits pressing against my back as she whispered in my ear. “You want to cum so bad, don’t you?” Her hand slid around my waist, fingers brushing the chastity cage. I whined.

“But you don’t get to,” she purred. “Not until I say so.”

She fucked me harder, the slap of skin filling the kitchen. The dildo hit that sweet spot over and over until my legs shook, my moans turning ragged. The chain of the hook jingled as she tugged it again, controlling the angle, controlling *me*.

“Please—” I begged, not even sure what I was asking for.

Miriam just smirked and sped up, pounding into me until my vision blurred. I was so fucking close, but with my cock locked away, all I could do was take it—her thrusts, her grip, her dominance.

Then she stopped, pulling out abruptly. I whimpered at the sudden emptiness.

She turned me around, forcing me to my knees. The strap-on glistened in front of my face.

“Clean it up, baby,” she ordered.

I didn’t hesitate. I licked and sucked, tasting myself on her toy, my humiliation only turning me on more.

And when she finally unlocked my cage, stroking my aching cock until I came untouched—it was the best fucking punishment of all.