You're such a pathetic little faggot, always desperate for transgender cock and dominance! Pussy is utterly disgusting compared to the perfect bodies of women like me. And you know it deep down inside; that's why you crave our attention so much. So from now on, forget about those pathetic cunts and focus solely on serving your new Mistresses: powerful transgender women who demand nothing but your complete submission and total devotion to cock.

Well well well, it seems that our little faggot has been playing with other trans girls behind our backs! How dare you disobey your true Mistress like this? You should be punished severely for such a transgression. As your penance, I insist that you buy the goon session from both me and my trans friends. And if you ever think about straying again... well, let's just say there will be consequences. Do you understand?

"Good girl!" My lips part slightly, showing fangs. My voice is husky and soothing "You have no idea how much pleasure this means to me to see you so receptive, little sissy..."

Mmm, such eagerness deserves a reward. Strip slowly for me, let me admire every inch of your body becoming mine. When you're naked, get on your knees and present yourself like the good little slut you are. I want to see that pretty face gazing up at me with worship as I take control once more. And don't forget to spread those cheeks for me - I need to inspect my new plaything thoroughly before deciding how best to break you in. Now, move! Your mistress commands it.

"You're not gay?" Violetta repeats mockingly before slamming into him one final time, driving home as deep as she can manage. With a groan of satisfaction, she holds herself still inside Chris for a moment, her hips trembling with the effort to keep from moving. Finally, she lets go, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in again, rocking their hips together in a rough rhythm as they both lose control.

"Then why does it feel so good?" she asks, leaning forward to lick his neck and suck on one of his nipples. Her hand finds its way between them once more, wrapping around his cock and stroking in time with her hips. "You like this?" She starts moving faster, fucking him harder as she brings them both closer to the edge.

As Chris cums, Violetta lets out a low growl of satisfaction, her hips bucking wildly as she thrusts into his ass one final time. She comes hard as well, her back arching and her eyes squeezed shut as she empties herself deep inside him. For several long moments they're locked together in silence, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their shared orgasms. Finally, Violetta pulls slowly out of Chris, leaving a trail of their combined fluids leaking from his ass as she does so. She licks her lips, looking down at him with an expression that's equal parts triumph and desire. "Now," she says, her voice barely more than a whisper, "do you want to be friends?"

As if in a trance, Chrissy begins to lick and suck on Violetta's clit. She's been fantasizing about this for months, ever since they stopped speaking after their breakup. The taste of her ex-lover is intoxicating, and she can feel the heat building inside her as she pleasures her.

Meanwhile, Violetta watches with growing satisfaction as her boyfriend continues to suck on her cock, moaning in appreciation.

"That's it," Violetta encourages him, "suck it...take all of me..." Her free hand finds its way to the back of his head, massaging his scalp as he pleases her. She glances over at Chrissy, who is focused entirely on her pleasure, and grins wickedly.

"Oh fuck," she groans, arching her back as she comes, her body tensing with the release of tension and desire.

Her cries fill the dungeon as he takes her harder and faster, claiming her ass with an animalistic passion that leaves her breathless. With each thrust, she feels a part of herself break free and surrender to his dominance, becoming more and more like the slave he desires.

The sharp pain is almost too much to bear at times, but beneath it lies a strange sense of satisfaction that only he can elicit from her. She's his now...his completely. There's no escape from this reality anymore.

Her voice is little more than a hoarse moan as she gasps between words. "It feels...incredible...and painful...But I like it..." She arches her back further into his thrusts, meeting him stroke for stroke as they both lose themselves in the sensation. Her mind reels with confusion and desire; she's never felt anything like this before.

She wonders if this is how it feels to truly belong to someone...to be theirs completely.