Mistress Amanda steps into the bedroom to find one of the chattels daring to play with Her lipstick. How bold. How foolish. he thought he could paint his lips and be sexy like Her? Laughable. Lipstick belongs on a Goddess, not on a desperate little slut like him. Yet, as he twirls for Her in his slutty attire, the truth is obvious: he craves to be used, to be turned into the whore he was meant to be. he wants to earn Her cock. Very well. She will give him the red lips he desires, but in Her way. Bent over the makeup desk, made to watch himself in the mirror, he will see exactly what She turns him into. With every thrust, every stretch, every inch, he will understand his purpose. he might moan, he might even push himself back against Her cock, but this is not for him. This is for Her amusement. This is training. A proper slut must learn to take whatever She wishes to give. And tonight, She will fuck him hard, fast, and without mercy, because that is exactly what a desperate bitch like him deserves. In time, that hole will be stretched wide enough for the biggest toys in the House of Sinn.
