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"Now that she's dead, you fucking remember to settle accounts with me? Playing the great romantic! Ptah! You're the most disgusting and hypocritical one! I was just doing a job for money! You're the one who handed me the knife—you're the real killer!" Dominic's eyes grew even redder at the description of my suffering. The image of me calling his name while being tortured nearly broke what was left of his sanity. He slowly straightened up, his movements precise and controlled despite the rage coursing through him. He adjusted his disheveled suit cuffs, his voice calm but even more chilling than his previous fury. "Send him to the deepest part of the Silver Prison, to keep company with rogue w

I ask sternly as I hold his hips tightly to hold him still. "I'm sorry Master, it came out of nowhere please forgive me!" He begs as his body trembles with fear. I sit up and keep Mason on my dick as he anticipates a punishment from me. I lean to his ear and his body tenses up. "Such a bad slave, I think you deserve a punishment for that. How about I don't let you cum for a week? Or I could whip you until you're bruised? What about an electrical dildo, those really hurt. Although you'd like that wouldn't you slut? You love the pain I give you," I whisper in his ear as his body reacts to me, his hole clenching around me as I list off punishments.

“Topping from the bottom?” “Trying to be in control,” Shadow told him, and slid his finger across the screen, causing Vixen to gasp. “Oops. Trying to manipulate your Domme into doing something you want.” “What is the punishment for topping from the bottom?” Raven wondered, smiling as he selected something else on the screen. “Spanking,” Shadow’s breath was heavy. “Ice play, bondage… All sorts of things.” “You are turned on,” Raven observed, feeling himself respond to Shadow’s excitement.

A loud slap rang out, leaving a clear imprint of five fingers on Juliet's smooth white butt. "Your fiancé couldn't satisfy you, so you came to me, is that right?" Smack! "Ah..." Another loud slap echoed, and Juliet immediately went limp, lying in the man's arms, her hips still moving up and down invitingly, tempting the man's length to thrust inside. "Hmph, he doesn't even want to touch you. He must still be hung up on his ex-wife." The man licked her nipple, causing a tingling sensation that made her throw her head back and moan.

Cindy nodded as if the conversation was a casual chat about the weather. "So what does that entail exactly?" Cara wondered, her curiosity getting the best of her and in the process entertaining her debtor who currently spied on her. "Well it varies but generally," Cindy began while moving her hands about, "it all depends on the severity of the matter. Some punishments can be overtly sexual, while some are minor and not as bad." Cara's eyes widened, her mouth forming a small ring-like shape. "But for your sake," Cindy quickly jumped, "I think we'll stick with the light stuff such as some Doms can make the sub give them a massage while the sub is naked. Or they can be given simple tasks that t

“Good girl. Now, I want you to lay exactly where you are while I get ready to punish you for what you did earlier. If you move even one inch from where I leave you then your punishment will be doubled. Do you understand?” “Yes sir.” Her words might have been those of compliance but the way she smirked at me told a completely different story. Maybe I should have let her know that I was onto her but I decided not to, if she wanted to play these games then she would soon learn that I could play back just as hard. I got up from the bed and went over to examine the selection of items that Dominic had picked out. In his hands, he had a riding crop and a length of thick rope. There was also a butt

In the event Julia didn't recognize the signals, I said, "Your slave just orgasmed." Rhonda whimpered. "I recognized the signs of a climaxing slave, Master. I will let you punish her. You can spank her far harder than I can. Will you behave now, slave, or should we go for double the punishment?" "Domina, there's another orgasm on its way. Please let your slave cum?" "If I let you cum tonight. You won't be able to cum again until Friday. Three days without cumming. Is that what you want?" "Please, Domina. I don't think I can hold off until Master cums unless he cums now."

The scene had me letting out a shocked gasp two minutes into it, not only because I was currently extremely scandalous to be watching something like this right now, but also because of how my body was currently reacting to it. The scene was that of a brat and brat tamer, and the brat was completely bare, with her limbs restrained and her body strapped to some sort of table thingy— and the dom was using some sort of whip on her, but the brat didn’t shy away from it. She welcomed it, gasping and crying out euphorically at each strike before bratting again and again, goading the Dom into delivering more strokes until the brat was a whiny mess with pleas falling past her lips now that her Dom ha

I reached around, pinching her clit until she exploded once more. Hours passed. I tied her over the desk chair, passed her up, and used her relentlessly. Belt across her cheeks and thighs. Hot wax from a candle on her sensitive nipples. Fisting her well-stretched cunt while my cock punished her asshole. Extreme depth. She begged, sobbed, and came until her voice broke. I finished by flooding her womb, breeding her yet again. “Another heir to the lies.” —--------

“I’ve always had strong appetites, Doctor. Extreme ones. Vanilla doesn’t do it for me. I crave control—real, absolute control.” “Domination is everything. Binding a woman with ropes or cuffs, feeling her body strain against them while she knows she’s completely at my mercy. Choking her during the act, watching her eyes widen with that perfect blend of fear and lust as I thrust deep. Spanking her hard enough to leave marks, so she feels me every time she moves afterward.” I nodded professionally, but heat was already creeping up my neck. I pressed my thighs together tighter under the desk, trying to ignore the growing throb between my legs.