Tails brought Rouge down to his basement. Of course, he tried to convince her that he didn't have a toy collection, but she wouldn't have it. Her finger was an inch away from sending his photo to all his friends and family.
Seeing no other choice, Tails showed her the secret room inside his basement. It opened by scanning his pupil. He may have been a hopeless pervert, but he was still a genius techie.
A wall opened up, revealing a 12x12 room, full of dildos, lubricants, and outfits. There was a bathroom connected to that so he could relieve himself or clean up. Tails even added a futon and a laptop, for obvious reasons.
Rouge whistled. "Well, isn't this a cute secret fuck hole you made."
"Rouge, please don't—" Tails started to say, but Rouge pulled his rope to silence him.
"And you'll be calling me Mistress from now on," she commanded. "Not that you'll be doing much talking tonight, to begin with."
Rouge tied him to one of the shelves he had containing his vast collection of sextoys, and started to browse. Meanwhile, Tails tried to push the egg vibrator out himself. It finally dropped with a wet plop and he fell to his knees, hearing the loud buzzing noise from underneath him.
"Oh, what a naughty girl," Rouge said, and stood over him with a ten inch blue dildo in her hand. "Who said you could take that out?"
"Rouge, pl—"
She smacked him square across the face. Tears well up in his eyes from the pain. She looked at him with disappointment.
"I told you, Tails, you will refer to me as Mistress, and nothing else. Keep this shit up, and a slap to the face will be the least of your concern. Do I make myself clear?"
Tails sniffed and held back his tears. He nodded weakly. "Y-Yes . . . Mistress."
"That's better, now . . ." Rouge held up the blue dildo. "You'll be using this for our game." She pressed the rubber toy against his lips. "How about we give it a name. It's nice and blue, and I have good intel from a certain source that they're about the same size . . . let's name it Sonic."
Tails sweated nervously. He didn't want her to know that he already named his blue dildo that.
"Now, let's get Sonic all nice and lubed up, shall we?"
Rouge kept tapping his lips with the blue toy. Tails had done this plenty of times on camera, but never with a live audience. In the end, he gave in, and opened his mouth to suck the dildo, but his mistress pulled it away.
"Now, hold on there, honey, where are you manners?" Rouge asked, and grinned sadistically. She put the toy an inch from his lips. "Show Sonic the proper respect he deserves. Thank him for letting you have him in your mouth."
The teasing. The toying. The sadism. Tails felt so small and helpless. So why was it . . . that his nipples were so hard? His penis was begging to be let free? His ass felt so lonely? Why was he so turned on?
"Well, he's waiting?" Rouge gently smacked his cheek with Sonic's length, and that was all it took for Tails' imagination to run wild.
How many photos had he seen of femboys like him worshiping superior cocks? How many of them throated them until they passed out, with makeup running down their cheeks? How many of them posted photos of large cocks resting on their faces?
This was the closest he was ever going to get.
"Thank you, S . . . Sonic," Tails stuttered, "for letting me lube . . . your beautiful cock with my . . . my worthless mouth. Please, shove it down my throat and use me like the cum dumpster I am. Just let me serve you."
Tails kissed Sonic's tip gently, like it was the most precious thing in the world. And at the moment, it was. A piece of plastic deserved more joy and pleasure than his worthless penis . . . no clitty. Rouge smiled and shook her head.
"You know your place well, Tails. You've earned the right to lube Sonic up with your saliva."
"Thank you, Mistress," Tails said, and desperately opened his mouth as wide as he could.
Without missing a beat, Rouge shoved the blue toy down Tails' throat. He had trained his gag reflex for a while now, but never had he been so rough. Rouge used her hips to thrust the blue dildo up and down Tail's throat. She grabbed the back of his head to keep him from retreating. Tails just knelt there, taking it all in. And with one final thrust, Sonic's blue balls hit his chin and ten inches of plastic clogged up his esophagus.
Tears welled up in Tails' eyes as Rouge held it there for what seemed like forever. His two wills, one wanting breath, the other wanting pleasure, fought. Eventually, the former won and he tried to pull away. Of course, this was no longer his decision. Tails would breathe when his Mistress decided.
Bringing him to the very edge of suffocation, Rouge finally pulled the dildo out of his throat. Tails fell to the ground, limp and gasping for air. Saliva flowing out of his mouth like a river.
"Good job, but a girl's job is never finished. Get up and squat for me," Rouge commanded.
His throat hurt and he couldn't talk, but he did as he was told. Tails squatted with his legs spread apart, showing off his little chastised clitty. He even put his arms up like a begging dog and kept his mouth open, in case she wanted to use him more.
Rouge smiled, happy to find a boy toy that was so easily broken. A natural born sex slave was hard to come by. She lifted up the blue dildo, glazed with femboy saliva.
"Here's the game," Rouge finally started. "Sonic here is going to bless your ass with a good pounding, of course, you'll be doing all the work like the good pet that you are."
Tails nodded excitedly.
"And while you do that, you'll also have to focus on this." Rouge held up a wine glass, his empty one. "I'm going to put it right here between your legs." She placed the glass right beneath his caged penis. "I want you to fill it with your masochist seed. Once its full, the game will be over, understand?"
"Y-Yes, Mistress."
"Good, I'm sure you're very eager, so let's start."
Still squatting, Tails lifted his ass up a bit for his Mistress. It gave her a better view of his little pink hole so she could impale him. So there he was. A dildo stuck to the ground with half of its length up his ass. He was ready to go, he just needed permission.
"And . . . begin," Rouge said, and Tails, without hesitation, bounced his butt up and down Sonic's superior cock.
It didn't take long for his chastised clitty to start dribbling precum. All the while, Rouge would watch over him, drinking her wine. Sometimes she'd lose interest and browse his collection. Sometimes, she'd grab a bottle of lube and squirt it on his face for no reason, or pour a few drops of wine as well. Unprovoked. Disrespectful. But he loved it all the same.
He wasn't sure how long he had been pleasuring the sex toy, but his body was starting to get tired. The glass, though he missed quite a lot, was already half full. He slowed down his pace, and his Mistress noticed.
"It seems my little slave is getting tired, but not bad for your first try," Rouge said. "Still, you need to finish what you started. How about a little hand?"
She took her purse and pulled out a syringe. Despite how muddled his mind was, even Tails realized how dangerous the situation had gotten.
"No, wait, please," he said.
"Don't worry, sweetie, you're going to love this."
Tails tried to escape. He got up, but slipped on his puddle of precum. He knocked the glass over, spilling out all of his good work. Rouge sighed disappointingly, but shrugged.
"A shame, but I guess you'll have to start all over." She knelt over him with the syringe in hand. "Now, hold still."
"Please, wait, I can . . . I'll try harder, I—"
She held his head still and poked his neck. Tails gasped as whatever unknown drug went into his system.
"There we go, trust me, it'll feel like heaven."
A few seconds later, Tails' entire body felt unbearably warm, especially his nether regions. His poor, pathetic clitty was screaming to be let out of its cage, leaking precum without any sort of stimuli.
"So, how is it?" Rouge asked teasingly.
"Cum!" Tails screamed. "Let me cum!"
"Oh, what you want is not even worth thinking about. You should ask Sonic what you want."
"Please, Rouge, I don't want to play anymore."
"Now, what did I say about calling me that?" Rouge glared at him fiercely. She reeled back a foot and kicked his puny balls. Not too hard, but not too gently either.
Tails let out a howl of pain and bit his lip when she pressed her heel on his crotch.
"And here I was hoping to have found a good slave, but I guess you still need some training. Oh well, breaking you in will be amusing, I suppose."
"Mistress, please," Tails begged, eyes full of tears and mouth full of drool. He looked so pathetic. "Please have mercy. Please . . . unlock my penis."
Rouge pondered this for a moment. "Let's say I did that, and unlocked your clitty, it's not like I have the key."
"It's in my bedroom. Please, take it off."
"Well . . . alright, I guess I would like to see your boy clit at least once. But you have to keep playing the game, understand?"
"Yes, Mistress. I'll do anything."
"Good, now get up. Sonic's getting impatient."
Tails did as he was told and squatted once again. Rouge aimed the blue dildo at his asshole.
"I'm sorry, Sonic. I'll do better. I promise."
"Good, girl. You need to own up to your mistakes."
With Rouge's permission, Tails started fucking Sonic's dildo once again. Whatever drug Rouge put in him ravaged his body. He only had cock and cum on the brain now. He was practically peeing precum into the wine glass.
Rouge left the room and came back shortly after with the key in her hand. Tails was foolish enough to think that she would free him, but instead, she just dropped it in front of his eyes. Just a few feet from where he was squatting.
Tails was going to complain, but held back his tongue. It would only make it worse, but most of all . . . he knew he didn't deserve it. The world was better off with his clitty locked up like that. All he could do was keeping bouncing his ass up and down the blue sex toy and fill the wine glass up to the brim with his worthless seed.
He kept going all through the night. Every time he tried to take a second of rest, Rouge would smack him. He was grateful. She kept him straight and in his place.
Finally, when his clitty could not take any more, the wine glass was filled with crystal clear precum. Rouge lifted the glass up and examined its contents, taking a sip and swishing it in her mouth for a full minute.
"Mmm . . . better than syrah."
"D . . . Did I do good . . . Mistress?"
"You were adequate," she answered coldly, and took another sip. "I suppose you deserve a drink for all your efforts."
She offered him the glass of his own precum. Tails never imagined that he could produce so much fluid. Even though every single drop that came out of him was sterile and girly. Still, he couldn't have done it without her guidance.
He graciously took a sip of his precum and held the taste of salty sweet masochism on his tongue. His eyes felt heavy. His body numb. His mind was shutting down. He gulped his mouthful of clear spunk before passing out, letting out one final,
"Thank you, Mistress."