**First Time in the Dungeon**

Nutty had been teasing me about this for weeks—ever since I confessed my fantasy of being dressed up and taken by her. She’d always been the dominant one in bed, but tonight was different. Tonight, she had me standing in the middle of our dimly lit home dungeon, my cock already half-hard just from the way she was looking at me.

“Strip,” she ordered, her voice low and commanding. I obeyed, peeling off my clothes until I was completely naked. Nutty smirked, walking over to a chest in the corner and pulling out a black lace thong, thigh-high stockings, and a matching garter belt.

“Put these on,” she said, tossing them at me. My hands trembled as I stepped into the thong, my cock twitching as the soft fabric brushed against it. The stockings were next, the elastic holding them up snug against my thighs. When I finally looked up, Nutty was already dressed in black leather—tight pants, a corset that pushed her tits up invitingly, and knee-high boots that made her even taller.

She stepped closer, gripping my chin. “You look so fucking pretty like this,” she purred. Then she pushed me down onto my knees. My pulse raced as I looked up at her, watching as she undid her belt and slid her pants down just enough to reveal the strap-on strapped tightly to her hips.

It was thick, veiny, and glistening with lube.

“Open,” she ordered, and I obeyed instantly, parting my lips as she guided the head of the fake cock against my tongue. The taste of lube was faint, but all I could focus on was the weight of it in my mouth. Nutty groaned as I took more, my lips stretching around the girth.

“Fuck, yeah, just like that,” she hissed, her fingers tangling in my hair. “Suck it like you mean it.”

I moaned around the shaft, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked her off, my tongue swirling along the underside. Saliva pooled in my mouth, making it wetter, sloppier. Nutty’s grip tightened, guiding my head back and forth, fucking my face at her own pace.

“That’s my good little slut,” she murmured, looking down at me with dark, hungry eyes.

I could feel my own cock straining against the lace thong, leaking pre-cum onto the fabric. But she wasn’t done with me yet.

Nutty pulled out of my mouth with a wet pop, grinning as she wiped my spit off the shaft. “Now bend over the bench,” she said, nodding toward the padded leather bench in the center of the room.

My legs were shaky as I got up, bending over with my ass in the air. Nutty ran her hands over my cheeks, spreading me open before spitting directly on my hole.

“God, you’re already so tight,” she muttered, pressing a slick finger against my entrance. I gasped as she pushed inside, my body tense but yielding.

“Relax,” she ordered, twisting her finger until I whimpered. Then she added another, stretching me wider, scissoring me open. My cock dribbled helplessly, aching for attention, but Nutty ignored it, focused entirely on prepping me for her strap.

When she finally pulled her fingers out, I was panting, my hole clenching around nothing.

“Ready?” she asked, lining up the head of the dildo.

I nodded eagerly. “Please.”

Nutty didn’t hesitate. She pushed in slowly, the thick silicone stretching me open inch by inch. I groaned, gripping the bench as she bottomed out, my insides adjusting to the sheer size of her.

Then she moved.

With a sharp thrust, she buried herself fully inside me, making me cry out. “Fuck! Fuck, Nutty—”

“You love it,” she growled, setting a brutal pace, her hips slapping against my ass with every thrust. The bench creaked beneath us, the sound drowned out by my moans.

I could feel every vein, every ridge of the toy as it pistoned in and out of me, hitting that spot inside that made my cock throb. Pre-cum soaked through my thong, the fabric clinging to me as Nutty fucked me harder.

“You gonna come just from me fucking you?” she taunted, grabbing my hips to pull me back onto her cock.

“Yes—fuck, yes, I’m close!” I gasped, my whole body trembling.

Nutty reached around, her fingers finding my clit through the soaked lace. One firm rub was all it took—I came with a broken cry, my hole clenching around her strap as my orgasm ripped through me.

She didn’t stop, fucking me through it until I was a whimpering mess. Only then did she pull out, leaving me panting and boneless on the bench.

Nutty leaned down, kissing the back of my neck. “Good boy,” she whispered.

And I knew this was just the beginning.