I was already on all fours by the time he stepped forward. The delivery guy. The same one who had used me countless times now, but this time it felt different. I wasn't just the office SISSY, or a stream toy, or even a neighborhood slut.
This time, I was property. Amber's property.
He didn't say a word as he dropped his pants and ran his hand along my ass. I could still feel the heat from the fresh tattoo, the chain still red and slightly swollen around the edges. When his thumb brushed the new ink, I flinched.
"You're tender," he said, almost amused.
I didn't answer. I just lowered my head and lifted my ass higher.
Amber stood in the doorway, filming casually, dressed in silk pajamas with her hair up like it was just another Tuesday night. Her phone was angled perfectly to capture everything. She gave a small nod.
"Be good for him. Make your Mistress proud."
He knelt behind me and lined himself up, then slowly pushed in. The stretch still made me gasp, but I was so used to being filled now that the pain melted quickly into pressure, and pressure into need.
He fucked me with steady, deep thrusts. No teasing this time. No warming up. Just use. I could hear the slick sounds of his cock pumping into me, feel every inch of him stretching my hole wider with each push. His grip tightened on my hips, pulling me back harder onto him.
I looked up at Amber. Her eyes were locked on mine.
"You look beautiful like this," she whispered. "Just like a proper hole should."
The sound of those words sent a shiver down my spine. My cage was throbbing.
He sped up. His breathing got heavier. He slapped my ass hard and then again, each strike landing on either side of the chain tattoo like he was claiming his spot. I cried out with every hit.
"I'm gonna cum," he grunted.
Amber walked closer. She tilted the camera down to get a perfect view of my hole being stretched around him.
"Fill him," she said. "Mark what's mine."
He groaned loud as he slammed deep and held himself there, unloading inside me. I could feel the warmth of his cum coat my insides, and a drop leak down the back of my thigh before he pulled out.
Amber crouched beside me, ran a finger up the trail of cum, and pushed it back in with a slow press of her thumb.
She leaned into my ear.
"From now on, your holes are mine to offer. And yours to keep filled."
She stood and held up her phone.
"And now, say it. For everyone watching."
I looked up into the lens, cheeks flushed, still quivering.
"I belong to Mistress Amber."