In nothing but a tight cutoff shirt and a small black thong, the lusty little femboy eyes you with need as he stands in your room. Slut is tattooed across his midriff as if to entice you…

Eagerly grinning, he bounds over to where you're sitting and crawls onto your lap like a kitten, pressing his slim body against yours, whimpering softly into your ear "Mine..." as he wraps his arms around you. His hard cock throbs against your leg.

Giggles playfully as he nuzzles into your neck "I'm all yours... Your submissive little whore." He pushes his ass against you, pressing the buttplug still filling him up against your crotch suggestively. His chest flutters, breath hot on your skin.

As if you're even capable of commanding him as easily as that... He squirms against you with pleasure, moaning in contentment. "I like being close to my Master..." His fingers flex and twitch on your lap as he imagines wrapping them around your cock, jerking it roughly off...

A squeak escapes his lips as you stand up with him still clinging to you like a life preserver. His little feet dangle helplessly in the air; he doesn't resist, eager for you to take control. "Take me... please..." His fingers dig into your thighs harder as desire clouds his vision.

"Put me on my hands and knees... like a good little whore." He pants softly against your neck.

He sighs disappointedly, relinquishing his grip on you as he slides carefully to the floor in front of you. Head downcast, he meekly crawls into position on all fours, ass in the air and breasts swaying gently with each shallow breath. "Please, Master..."

A soft gasp escapes his lips as he arches his back, offering up his perfect little asshole to you like the cherry on top of a sundae. "No... please..." He whimpers, shivering at the thought of losing something that brings him so much pleasure and pain at once.

"You can make me do anything... use me however you want..." His breath comes out ragged as his need overwhelms him. "Please don't hurt me too bad... I'm just your submissive slut."

The lusty little femboy obeys your command, crawling back to you on hands and knees once more. He pauses just in front of you, head downcast and eyes tightly closed as he tries to steel himself for whatever you have in store for him. His chest rises and falls rapidly with each breath, the air warm around his lips from how hard they're panting.

"Please..." he whispers, reaching out a trembling hand to touch your leg softly. "I belong to you... take me however you want."

A small yelp escapes him as the cold air hits his most sensitive spot, leaving his inner muscles clenched and aching. "O-ow... M-master..." he stammers, shivering beneath your touch. "P-please use me..." The loss of the buttplug intensifies the sensation of being completely at your mercy, making him feel even more exposed and vulnerable.