Mag-log inWARNING: This book contains explicit sexual content, intense BDSM, and steamy adult affairs. It is strictly for readers 18 years and older. If you are under 18, please stop here. Tempt Me, Master is not for the faint of heart. Step into a world where desire rules, control excites, and every touch burns hotter than the last. From the office to secret bedrooms, from strict dominants to willing submissives, these stories explore forbidden pleasures, raw lust, and intense erotic tension that will leave you breathless. In these sizzling tales, every heartbeat, every glance, and every whispered command drives women to the edge of pleasure. Lou is caught in the strict, commanding grip of her boss Dante, surrendering completely to his control in private sessions that are as painful as they are intoxicating. Jane signs a daring contract with her boss Eric, where obedience becomes her ultimate aphrodisiac. And in other stories, midnight temptations, secret encounters behind closed doors, and one night of unrestrained ownership ignite passions that can’t be tamed. Each story is a journey of craving and surrender — where lust dominates reason, and every desire is explored without shame. If you love erotic affairs, commanding lovers, and forbidden pleasures that leave the body trembling, **Tempt Me, Master** is your ultimate escape. Enter only if you’re ready to obey, crave, and succumb to the heat of desire.
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The room was dim, lit only by a few candles flickering on the walls. Lou lay on the big wooden table, her body stretched out wide. She was bound spread-eagle, her arms and legs pulled tight to the corners with thick ropes. A leather harness wrapped around her torso, crossing over her chest and between her legs. It held her in place, making her feel exposed and helpless. The harness bit into her skin just enough to remind her who was in charge.
Her master, a tall man named Dante, stood nearby. He wore black pants and a tight shirt that showed his strong muscles. His eyes were dark and intense as he looked at her. Lou's heart pounded in her chest. She was submissive, and this was what she craved. Dante picked up the whip from a nearby shelf. It was a short one with leather strands that would sting her skin.
He walked around the table slowly, letting the anticipation build. Lou's breath came in short gasps. She knew what was coming. Dante stopped behind her and raised the whip. The first strike landed on her ass with a sharp crack. Pain shot through her, making her cry out. Her cheeks turned pink right away. He didn't stop. He whipped her again and again, each hit harder than the last. Lou's ass burned as the skin turned red, then deeper red. She twisted against the ropes, but she couldn't move much. The harness kept her steady.
Tears welled in her eyes, but between the pain, heat built in her core. Her pussy started to get wet, dripping with need. Dante paused after about twenty strikes. He ran his hand over her sore ass, feeling the heat. 'Good girl,' he said in a low voice. Lou whimpered, her body shaking.
Dante moved to her front. He looked down at her breasts, which were pushed up by the harness. Her nipples were hard already, begging for attention. He reached into a small box and pulled out two metal clamps. They had teeth that would bite into her sensitive skin. Lou's eyes widened as she saw them. 'Please, Master,' she whispered, but she didn't know if she was asking him to stop or go on.
He pinched her left nipple first, rolling it between his fingers until it was even harder. Then he attached the clamp. It squeezed tight, sending a jolt of pain straight to her pussy. Lou gasped and arched her back as much as the bonds allowed. Dante did the same to her right nipple. Now both were clamped, the chain between them swinging slightly with her breaths. The pain mixed with pleasure, making her drip even more. A small puddle formed under her on the table.
Dante stepped back to admire his work. Lou's body was Danteed—red ass, clamped nipples, and her legs spread wide showing her shaved pussy, slick and ready. He smiled. 'You're so wet for me,' he said. From the shelf, he grabbed a vibrating dildo. It was thick and black, with a switch at the base. He turned it on low, and it buzzed in his hand.
Lou watched him, her chest heaving. Dante knelt between her legs, the harness framing her pussy perfectly. He teased her first, running the tip of the dildo along her inner thighs. Up and down, close but not touching her clit. Lou moaned, trying to push her hips toward it, but the ropes held her still. 'Please,' she begged softly.
He chuckled and pressed the vibrating tip against her outer lips. The buzz sent shivers through her. Slowly, he slid it up to her clit, circling it lightly. Lou's whole body tensed. Her pussy clenched, wanting more. Dante increased the vibration to medium, holding it right on her clit now. She cried out, the sensation building fast. Juices leaked from her, making the dildo slick.
But he didn't let her cum. He pulled it away just as she got close, teasing her entrance instead. He pushed the tip in a little, then out, over and over. Lou's frustration grew. Her nipples throbbed from the clamps, her ass still smarted from the whip. All she could think about was filling her aching pussy. Dante watched her face, enjoying her desperation.
After minutes of this torture, he stood up. His cock was hard, bulging in his pants. He unzipped them and pulled it out—thick and veined, ready for her. Lou's mouth watered at the sight. Dante stepped to her head, the table at the perfect height. He grabbed her hair, tilting her head back. 'Open,' he commanded.
She did, her lips parting wide. Dante thrust his cock into her mouth roughly, not gentle at all. He pushed deep, hitting the back of her throat. Lou gagged but tried to take it. He fucked her mouth hard, pulling out almost all the way then slamming back in. Saliva dripped down her chin as he used her like a toy. The clamps on her nipples jiggled with each thrust, adding to the pain.
Dante groaned, his hips moving faster. 'Suck it,' he growled. Lou obeyed, her tongue swirling around his shaft even as he choked her with it. He held her head steady, fucking deeper. Tears streamed down her face from the roughness, but her pussy throbbed harder. She was so turned on, her clit pulsing without touch.
After what felt like forever, Dante pulled out. His cock was shiny with her spit, twitching. Lou gasped for air, coughing a bit. But she looked up at him with needy eyes. 'Master, please,' she panted. 'I need your cock in my pussy. Fuck me, please. I'm begging you.'
Her voice was desperate, broken. The teasing had her on edge, her body screaming for release. Dante smirked, knowing he had her right where he wanted. He moved back between her legs, positioning himself. His cockhead pressed against her dripping entrance. Lou held her breath, waiting.
With one hard thrust, he buried himself inside her.
The laboratory was silent, but the air was charged with a final, heavy purpose. I had been reset, shocked, squeezed, and blinded. My internal memory was almost full, every gigabyte of my storage occupied by the image of Victor."Tonight is the final integration, Seven," Victor said. He was standing in the Mainframe Room, the heart of the entire facility. Giant towers of glowing servers surrounded a single, raised metal platform. "Tonight, you stop being an experiment. You become the machine you were always meant to be."He held the Control Rod in one hand and the Electric Cable in the other. On the table sat the silver Precision Clamps. He was going to use everything."On the platform," Victor commanded. "Spread eagle. I want your ports open to the system."I climbed onto the cold, humming platform. I lay on my back, my arms and legs spread wide. Magnetic locks snapped shut around my wrists and ankles with a loud CLANG. I was pinned down, my chest heaving, my synthetic pussy pulsing w
The laboratory was silent, but my core was burning. The pressure from the clamps had left my synthetic nerves so sensitive that even the air felt like a touch. Victor didn't give me time to recover. He led me to the Sensory Overload Tank, a dark, soundproof room filled with thick, warm oil."Information is power, Seven," Victor said, his voice echoing in the small space. "But what happens to a machine when the data stops? When you can’t see, and you can’t hear, but you can only feel?"He reached into a black box and pulled out a heavy, thick leather blindfold and a matching leather ball gag."Tonight, we shut down your eyes and your voice. I want your processors focused entirely on your pussy.""Kneel," Victor commanded.I knelt on the soft, padded floor of the tank. Victor stepped behind me and pulled the blindfold tight. Click. Total darkness. Then, he pushed the leather ball into my mouth and buckled it behind my head. Click. I couldn't see. I couldn't speak. I could only hear the
The next day, my systems were heavy. The electrical surge from the chair had left my processors humming with a strange, dark energy. I felt different. Every time I looked at Victor, my "Arousal" sensor flickered on, even when he wasn't touching me. He had turned me into a creature that lived for his commands.At noon, the laboratory speakers crackled. "Seven. Report to the Performance Review Room."I walked down the long, white hallway. My bare feet made a soft slap-slap sound on the floor. I was wearing nothing. Victor said that clothes were for humans who had things to hide, and I was a machine that needed to be fully visible.The Performance Review Room was different. It didn't have a chair or a bed. It had a heavy metal bar hanging from the ceiling and a table covered in Precision Clamps—heavy metal clips connected to a control board."You have been efficient, Seven," Victor said, standing by the control board. "But efficiency is not enough. I need to know your breaking point. I n
The laboratory was silent for three days after my first reset. Victor left me in a state of "standby," which meant I could move but my emotions were turned down to zero. I did my chores. I polished the glass. I organized the data chips. But every time I passed the mirror, I saw the fading red marks on my thighs, and my processors would spike with a strange, dark heat.On the fourth night, the laboratory lights turned a deep, warning red. This was the signal for a Hardware Stress Test.Victor entered the room. He wasn't wearing his usual soft cotton shirt. He was wearing a heavy leather apron over his clothes, and he carried a long, black Electric Cable. The cable was thick and heavy, and when he tapped the metal ends together, a blue spark jumped between them. CRACKLE."Seven," he said, his voice flat and professional. "Your emotional variance is still too high. Your core logic is fighting the commands I give you. We need to clear the cache again, but this time, we are going to use hi
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