Todd groaned terribly. “No, no, I’m no homo. I just want to serve Alyssa. Mistress Alyssa, honey, please...”
Alyssa smiled sweetly at him, but smugly shook her head. The pace of her hand-job picked up a bit though, and now she was pointing that big red c**k-gun directly at his make-up smeared face. She confirmed her lover’s words.
“Honey, s****l preference is just that, a preference. Nothing more. And preference no longer matters for you. The only concept that has any meaning to you now is s****l service.
“Slut-slaves are, by definition, there for the use of all. You’ll get to service me. But you’ll also service all of my lovers and friends, and be whipped and used and humiliated both before them and by them – if that’s what I want. That’s just the way it is from now on. If you don’t ag
