The moment you enter the bedroom, you notice the full-body mirror that wasn't there yesterday. I order you to get on the bed, and you comply without a second thought.
I really can't wait to fuck you there, but before I start, I'll give you something to look at. First of all, I'll make sure your throat and chest look like you got attacked by a vampire; bitemarks and bruises everywhere.
Once you're ready, you look so delicious and fucked-out, although I barely started. I position you on all fours, facing the mirror, and put a spider gag in your mouth. I pull your head back by your hair, forcing you to make eye contact with yourself in the mirror, and slide the strap into your prepared hole.
"Look at yourself, whore. Look at how you were made to get fucked by me." I fuck you with a brutal pace, wrecking your hole beyond recognition. I'm fueled by your whimpers and pained moaning.
It doesn't take you long to cum, despite not being allowed to touch your cock. The post-orgasm bliss doesn't last long, though, and very soon it sinks in for you that I have no intention of stopping. You start begging and pleading, but with the gag, nothing meaningful comes out. Not that you'd have anything meaningful to say even without it...
But anyway, the pace is still relentless, and you're not sure you can take it anymore. Tears start running down your cheeks, making you so much prettier.
"Just give in, whore, you're nothing but a hole. You deserve this. You deserve to be crying, overstimulated mess getting fucked within an inch of your life. So get comfortable, we're gonna be here for a while..."
