Vika's heels clicked against the concrete floor of the basement, the sound echoing off the cold, damp walls. She had just come home from a long day at work, her suit stained and wrinkled from the dirt and grime of the city. But even after the day she had, she couldn't wait to get downstairs and see what her little slave, Igor, had in store for her.
As she descended the stairs, she could already see him in the corner, tied up and waiting for her. He looked pitiful, trying to shrink away from her gaze as she approached. She couldn't help but smirk at the sight of him.
"Well, look what we have here," Vika said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "My little slave, all ready and waiting for me."
Igor tried to speak, but his words were muffled by the gag in his mouth. He knew better than to talk back to Vika, especially when she was in this mood. She was strong and controlling, and he was nothing but her plaything.
Vika stood in front of him, her hips swaying with each step. She was tall, even taller in her heels, and she towered over Igor. She could see the fear in his eyes, but she didn't care. She was in charge, and he was going to do as she said.
"You look like you could use a good cleaning," Vika said, her smirk growing wider. "Lucky for you, I'm just the one to do it."
She reached down and unzipped her pants, revealing the 30 cm black dick that was already hard and ready for action. Igor knew what was coming next, and he wasn't looking forward to it.
"Open wide, slave," Vika commanded, grabbing Igor's head and forcing it towards her dick.
Igor hesitated for a moment, but he knew better than to disobey. He opened his mouth, and Vika pushed her dick inside. She started to thrust, her hips moving in time with her dick. Igor could feel himself gagging, but Vika didn't care.
"That's it, slave. Take it all," she said, her voice growing more commanding with each thrust.
Igor could feel himself getting closer to the edge, but Vika wasn't done yet. She pulled out of his mouth and aimed her dick at his face.
"Drink up, slave," she said, and started to pee.
Igor could feel the warmth spreading over his face, but he knew better than to disobey. He opened his mouth and drank, swallowing every last drop.
Vika pulled out her dick and zipped up her pants. She looked down at Igor, who was still tied up and looking defeated.
"Good boy," she said, patting him on the head. "Now, go clean yourself up. I'll be expecting you again soon."
Igor nodded, and Vika turned and walked away, her heels clicking against the concrete floor as she went. She was strong, controlling, and direct, and Igor knew he was nothing but her slave. But even as he cleaned himself up, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the thought of serving her again.
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