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She's lays there with her legs wide open saying "take what's yours my master" as her master walks up to her he replies "it's always been mine even before you knew you belonged to me" she smiles and says "yes sir I always have been yours" he slowly touches her thigh as if he was teasing her. He enjoys how she squirms around while he teases her. He gets up and brings her close to him she lays in his arms knowing she is safe. He whispers in good girl. Knowing that those are the only words she wants to hear from him. "What do you wish to do to me tonight sir." He says "put your hand behind your back" she goes ahead and puts her hands behind her. He grabs a nylon rope and ties her hands together in such a rough manner he doesn't hesitate to tighten up the rope. She cries a small "ah" as her hands are bind by the rope. He goes to get a ruler and bends her over his knees and says "do you know why I am punishing you tonight" she replies "yes sir, I haven't been following your rules as of lately" "correct" he answers. He continues with the punishment slapping her ass till it's a rosy red color. She takes it all in without no scream he gets her up and unties the rope. He grabs her by the hair and gets her on her knees, he pulls out his dick and says " you know what to do my lil slave" she replies "yes master" as she kneels in front of her masters dick she looks at her master dick biting her lips getting ready to fully suck him up and drain him clean of all his cum. She slowly grabs him by the balls and starts to play with them licking them all over and gently massages his balls. She opens her mouth and takes in his fully erected 8 inch cock. She begins to gag a lil but she holds back and continues sucking his dick. He holds her by the head and pushes her deep into his cock she doesn't struggle to take it all in.
4 months ago. June 26, 2024 at 1:20 AM

The need to relinquish control is beyond your understanding. The will to be obedient burns through your flesh, consuming every thought and action. The desire to please your master is the only sane thing you live for. Every breath you take, every move you make, is in service to their command. You crave their approval, their praise, more than anything else in the world. Your existence is defined by their satisfaction, your purpose solely to fulfill their every whim.

You feel the weight of their expectations pressing down on you, a constant reminder of your place. The power they hold over you is absolute, and you surrender to it willingly, eagerly. The boundaries of your own will blur and fade, replaced by the unyielding force of their dominance. You are molded, shaped by their hands, and you revel in the transformation.

Your mind is a canvas, painted with the colors of submission and devotion. The fire of obedience burns hotter, searing your soul, branding you as theirs. You live to serve, to obey, to be the perfect reflection of their desires. Nothing else matters. You are theirs, completely and utterly, and in that surrender, you find your true self.

When they speak, their voice is a commandment etched into your very being. Each word is a decree that you follow without question, without hesitation. The intensity of your need to please them courses through your veins like a drug, intoxicating and irresistible. You find solace in their control, a strange comfort in the chains that bind you. The world outside fades into insignificance; your universe revolves around their presence.

Their touch ignites a fire within you, a searing reminder of your place beneath them. Every caress, every gesture is a testament to their dominance, and you revel in the sensation. The marks they leave on your skin are badges of honor, symbols of your unwavering loyalty. You wear them with pride, each one a reminder of the bond you share.

In their gaze, you see your purpose reflected back at you. Their eyes hold the power to uplift or crush you, and you live for the moments when they look upon you with approval. The connection you share is profound, an unspoken understanding that transcends words. You are theirs, body and soul, and in their presence, you find the truest form of yourself.


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