Miss Oyuki’s:

Wilder Holes was already waiting when I arrived.

I didn’t bother with anything fancy. I just and started fucking his hole. He was soft and open for me almost immediately.

I kept going deeper, harder, using him exactly how I wanted. No talking, no teasing. Just my cock in his ass until he was shaking and ruined.

He took it well. I’ll be back.

Wilder Holes:

Miss Oyuki didn’t waste any time.

She had me into my sofa chair, and just started fucking me. No warm-up speech, no mercy, just her strap-on sliding deep into my hole while I moaned and tried to take it.

Then she moved me over to the day-bed and really went to work. She fucked me harder, deeper, until my legs were shaking and my hole was completely used. I loved every second of being treated like nothing more than a place for her to put her cock.

I already want her to come back and do it again.

Two good sluts, ready to please their mistresses the way they should, by sucking and fucking each other. Tainted Maitrise and Miss Hannah Blake encourage the cock hungry slaves to please each other for their entertainment.

Of course they couldn't ONLY have pleasure so the ladies also cane them whilst they maintain their acts on each other.

The perfect bisexual experience.

Training My slave at taking big dildos. I love to peg him in every positions in my living room. He's a lucky boy.

Maz Morbid and Mistress Patricia together fucked my ass. What a phenomenal couple, I could tell have been doing fisting on daily basis for long time. At some point I reached out for her hand, while he was fucking me. I loved being part of this anal gaping trio.

I've got a pretty huge surprise for my anal slut today. Probably the biggest dildo he has ever experienced. So big and so heavy, watch me while I slide it into my slave's ass while dripping into is chastity cage.

Naturally this spicy date was going to end with a proper manual stretch. And that’s what I love best: one hand, 2 hands, punching and even some foot! This hole was left gaping and yearning for more.

Check it out with zero frills: just a hole, some hands and some proper penetration.

His take (Wilder Holes):

There is a moment when the body stops belonging to you. It happens somewhere between the second fist and the slow, deliberate twist of her wrist. Mistress Adelina simply claims the space inside me the way a river claims a dry riverbed after the first hard rain. One hand, then the other, knuckles sliding past the ring of muscle that once thought it was a boundary. I feel the stretch as a kind of quiet belonging, a rewriting of what I thought was possible. The strap-on comes later, thick and unyielding, and she drives it in with the same calm certainty, hips rolling as if she is measuring the depth of my surrender. My cock stays locked, useless, while the rest of me opens wider than language. Every thrust is a question I answer with a sound I barely recognize. She is not fucking me. She is excavating something I did not know was buried there—shame, hunger, a strange and trembling gratitude. When she pulls free and the air hits the empty place she has made, I understand that emptiness can be a kind of fullness. I am left gaping, dripping, rearranged. And for a long time after, I carry the shape of her fists inside me like a second skeleton.

Her take (Mistress Adelina):

He arrives already soft for me, the way clay softens under warm hands. I do not need to break him; I only need to remind him what he is for. Double fisting is not spectacle, it is conversation. My left hand enters first, patient, mapping the resistance. The right follows when the muscle yields, and then they work together, slow and deep, feeling the pulse of him from the inside. There is a particular beauty in the way a man’s hole opens when he trusts you enough to stop fighting the stretch. I watch his face more than the stretch itself: the flicker of pain that turns to something wider, the way his breath catches and then steadies. When I take the strap-on, it is not to punish. It is to claim the space my fists prepared. I fuck him with measured power, each stroke deliberate, feeling how his body learns the rhythm I set. He becomes quieter the deeper I go, as if the noise of the outside world has been pushed out of him. I like that silence. It means the lesson is landing. When I finally withdraw, the gape remains, an open invitation, a proof. He will carry it for days. That is the point. Not the moment of filling, but the lasting emptiness that remembers my shape.

Mistress Oyuki doesn't peg them softly, she actively challenges their holes and endurance pushing large toys hard and deep. Wilder Holes is on the receiving end of a pegging sadistic enthusiast.

Mistress Youko will stretch his ass with a number of butt plugs, and eventually fuck her bitch good.

This is what Oyuki does to your ass if you ever visit her bedroom. Two hands, ravaging and gaping it for an entire evening. Good luck going back to normal again.