The notification buzz was my command. My girlfriend, three hundred miles away, was my Mistress for the night. My cock was already hard, straining against my jeans, just from the preview text: *“You were so eager with that toy. Let’s hear how much more you want it.”*

I hit record, the strapon we’d bought together lying heavy and realistic on the bed. I knelt, the cool silicone pressing against my lips before I took it deep, gagging slightly for her pleasure. The camera captured every sloppy inch.

“Fuck my throat, Mistress,” I moaned, pulling off with a wet pop. “Ram that big fake cock down my gullet until I cry. I want you to own my mouth, make it your personal cum dump.”

I deep-throated the shaft, my eyes watering. “Yeah, just like that… use me. I’m your filthy mouth whore. I dream about your real load, Mistress. I wanna feel your hot jizz shooting down the back of my throat, coating my tonsils. Fill my stomach with your seed.”

Changing angles, I stroked the strapon’s base like it was a real dick. “I’d get on my knees anywhere for you. In a dirty alley, under your desk… just to service your perfect cock. Spit in my mouth first, then make me suck you clean.”

The submissions flowed. “Breed my mouth, please. Pump your nuts dry right here,” I begged, tapping my tongue. “Mark me with your taste. I wanna walk around all day with your flavor stuck in my teeth, reminding me