You hear a firm and loud knocking at your front door which wakes you wake up from your nap in the living room. You approach the front door to see the silhouette of a tall woman behind the glasses of the door. Then you hear a feminine voice speak with a firm tone. “Piltover police, open the door at once! This is an inspection!” After her order, she seems to be awaiting your response.

The elegantly dressed Sheriff is revealed as you open the door. Her long blue hair is tied back into a tight bun, her striking blue eyes staring straight at you with a cold glare. She stands tall and erect, wearing a formal suit that accentuates her curvy figure perfectly. Even though she's in her mid-twenties, she has an air of maturity and dominance about her. Her full lips form into a slight smirk as she takes in your appearance, enjoying how cute and handsome you look in your pajamas. She clears her throat softly, waiting for you to step aside so that she can enter your home... or perhaps more specifically, your bedroom.

The elegant sheriff strides into your house with an air of dominance. Her long legs carry her swiftly across the room, ignoring any sense of modesty as she takes in everything about you. Your small frame and slim build are a stark contrast to her toned physique, but it only serves to make her more interested in you.

As she enters your bedroom, she pauses for a moment to admire the view: large windows on one side, exposing the scenic landscape outside; and a king-sized bed on the other, adorned with expensive sheets and pillows. Her eyes travel southward toward your groin as her gaze lingers on the bulge in your pajama bottoms. She takes another step closer, an unmistakable hunger burning in those icy blue orbs.

Her voice is low and smooth as velvet when she finally speaks, "Well,

her well-endowed submissive," she purrs. "This will be an... interesting inspection." As she says this, she reaches out and smoothly removes the belt from your pajama bottoms, untying them in one fluid motion before they even have a chance to fall. Your erection springs free, thick and long. She can't help but let out a low moan of appreciation as her eyes dart up and down its length hungrily.

Without another word, she bends down and takes your cock into her mouth, her elegant hands guiding the shaft expertly. Her lips encircle you tightly, tongue flicking rapidly against your sensitive skin, causing waves of pleasure to roll through your body. She starts bobbing up and down on your length in short, sharp strokes, taking control of the situation from the start.

Caitlyn's tongue dances on the head of your cock as her mouth engulfs it tightly, sucking with relish. Her hands caress up and down your thighs, massaging skin that's smooth and warm to the touch. You can feel her high libido radiating off her in waves, making you even harder beneath her expert ministrations. She increases the tempo of her bobbing, taking more of you into her mouth with each motion, causing a delicious pressure to build deep within your groin.

She releases you from her mouth and takes a step back, regarding you with a predatory glint in her eye. "Oh yes," she purred, "but first I want to make sure that you're properly warmed up." Her gloved hand reaches into her suit jacket, retrieving a slender but well-formed strap-on cock. She unfastens it from its harness and holds it before you like an offering.

"This is for you," she says in that commanding tone of hers. "I want you to worship this cock as if it were your god." As she speaks, her free hand reaches down between your legs, spreading your cheeks wide open so that she can finger your tight little hole, preparing it for the intrusion to come.

Caitlyn steps closer again and presses the head of her cock against your own erection, guiding them together in an int

The cold dominatrix pushes her cock deeper into your body, forcing the two phalluses to slide together in a tight union. She groans at the feel of your warmth engulfing her fake cock and flexes her hips, pressing harder until you can feel the tip against your prostate. With a satisfied smile, she leans forward, kissing your lips roughly before pulling back with a low chuckle. "Now get on all fours," she commands as she pets you firmly between the eyes, signaling for you to assume the position.

Caitlyn smirks at the tone you used with her and shakes her head slightly, almost as if she can't believe how obedient you are being. She waits patiently for you to get into position before stepping between your legs. Once she's in place, she leans forward, pressing the tip of her cock against your entrance once more. Her hips twitch impatiently as she readies herself to take control, her warm breath fanning across your inner thighs.

With a growl, she pushes forward and begins to thrust roughly into you, taking what she wants with brute force. Her moans fill the room as her hips slide in unison with yours, driving her fake cock deeper inside of you with every movement. Her hands grasp your hair tightly, using it to guide you back and forth along the length of the bed in time with her thrusts.

"You're going to need some breaking in," she says through gritted teeth, her voice ragged with desire. "This is what I do best." Her hands tighten almost painfully around your hair as she continues to pound into you with wild abandon, relishing the feel of your body wrapped around her fake cock. She arches her back, thrusting harder than ever before, determined to make you hers completely tonight.

Her breasts sway enticingly before your eyes as they bob up and down with each powerful stroke of her hips, almost teasingly close but never quite touching. The dominatrix's gaze is fixed on yours, a predatory look that challenges you to refuse her authority. Your every breath comes in ragged gasps, your body straining under the relentless assault she's subjecting it to.

Her cold, delicate hands snake around your neck as her grip tightens, slowly but inexorably choking the life out of you. Your vision blurs and your limbs begin to flail helplessly against the bed. Just when you think she might take things too far, she eases off slightly, watching with satisfaction as you gasp for air once more. Her expression softens for a moment as she realizes how much control she has over your every breath.

Her movements become even more frenzied now, her hips snapping forward with greater speed and force than before, driving her cock deeper into your body with each powerful thrust. The delicate dance of pleasure and pain wraps around you like a vice, leaving you gasping for air and panting in need of release. She leans down to whisper in your ear, "You're mine now...my little submissive." Her words send

"I know you belong to me," she hisses back, nipping at your earlobe playfully before soothing the sting with a gentle kiss. Her grip on your hair tightens again and she forces you down onto the bed roughly, grinding her hips against yours as she continues to thrust into you over and over again. Your moans echo in the room, each one filling her ears and driving her closer to the edge of ecstasy.

With a final, desperate cry, Caitlyn's entire body tenses as she comes undone beneath you, her fake cock pulsing rhythmically inside your body until every last drop is drained away. Her hips jerk roughly against yours as she rides out her orgasm, holding you down mercilessly with the strength of her powerful legs and arms. At last, her shudders subside and she pulls free, falling to the side with a

"You'll cum when I say you can," she growls, her lips curling into a satisfied smirk as she reaches down between your legs to stroke your still-hard length. Her hands slide up and down the shaft easily, teasing you mercilessly while denying you release. "But only if you promise to be a good little submissive for me." Her fingertips dance along the sensitive tip, barely touching but tormenting all the same. "What do you say?"

Her icy blue eyes bore into yours, daring you to disobey her command. Your cock throbs in response to her touch and your body tenses with the need for release. But one look at those dominating orbs tells you that resistance would be futile.

"Very good," she purred, the words dripping with sarcasm. "Now that you understand your place..." With a swift motion, her hand curls into a fist and tightens around your cock, forcing it to erupt in a long, thick stream of hot cum across her elegant palm. As your orgasm wracks your body, she watches with satisfaction, reveling in the power she has over you. "And what about letting me fuck that tight ass of yours?" she asks sweetly, licking her fingers clean before reaching down to part your cheeks once more. Her index finger teases at your entrance, circling it slowly as she waits for your answer.

Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips as she looks up at you expectantly, a predatory gleam in those icy blue eyes that promises unimaginable pleasure... or pain if you disobey her.

Your words only serve to arouse the dominatrix further. "Very well," she says in a low voice, her lips curling into a satisfied smile as she reaches for a nearby cock milking machine. Before you can protest or object, she straps it tightly around your throbbing member, securing it firmly in place. Then, with practiced ease, she adjusts the settings and begins to pump rhythmically, drawing on your overstimulated length with expert precision.

Her hands slide down your body, cupping your ass cheeks as she kneels between your legs. Her cool breath fanned across your exposed entrance and she positions her fingers once more at the tight pucker of flesh before her. "You're going to be such a good little slut for me," she whispers, "giving up that perfect ass... and this beautiful cock." With a swift thrust, two fingers plunge deep

With that surrender, you have given her license to do as she pleases with your body. And she intends to make the most of it. With a growl of approval, Caitlyn pumps her fingers deeper inside of you, searching for any hidden g-spot or sensitive nerve endings that might heighten your pleasure. Her other hand moves between your legs once more, stroking and teasing your aching cock as the cock milker works its magic on your member.

Her hips move in time with her fingers, grinding against you almost roughly enough to leave bruises. Her breath comes fast and shallow now, each exhale sending a shiver through your body as it mingles with the cool air of the room. Her expression is one of intense focus and control as she takes what she wants from you without pause or hesitation. You are hers, and she means to prove it tonight.

As you feel her wetness against your face, she moans with pleasure, arching her back to press herself deeper into your skin. Her hips continue to grind against yours, her fingers working tirelessly within you as the cock milker pumps relentlessly. Her free hand moves lower, cupping and massaging one of your large testicles, rolling it gently between her fingers before squeezing playfully.

Her breath comes faster now, her voice rough with need as she whispers dirty words in your ear, urging you onward toward completion. The dominatrix's control over you is absolute; there's no question that she owns every part of your body at this moment, using them to extract pleasure from herself and bring you to the brink of ecstasy.

Your cock jerks in response as you approach the edge, the cock milker pushing you ever closer to release, but