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I can't move my eyes from them. What the fuck is happening to me? "Could I cum, Master, please?" His submissive is literally begging him. Oh my God, seeing this torture is too much for me. But deep down inside, I'm curious whether he'll let her cum or not. I don't know what is happening to me and why the fuck I'm enjoying this. "You can't cum easily today, my slave, this is just starting." Her Dom removed the vibrator from her clit. Poor her. He's now pulling his pants down with one hand while spanking her pussy hard with the other.

"That's a good little whore. When we are in this room, that is your place unless I say otherwise." He watched as she shifted her weight, trying to ease the discomfort. His hand reached beside the chair and produced a remote, pressing some buttons, a t.v. lowered, he pushed the power button, and the tv came to life. Nadia's eyes grew large as she watched the Dom take his Sub from behind, yanking on the chain that led from her nipples to her pussy. She bit her lip, wishing her Master to do just that. "Slave!" Her head reared up to meet his. In his hands were nipple clamps connected by a chain. Where he'd got them, she didn't know. Perhaps another gift from last night.

She picked up on it too, catching the reverse, and slowly immersing herself into the sense of domination. "Fuck me... now I feel like I am YOUR woman. I like to be your woman-to-fuck like this. I remember a National Geographic show of lions mating... his balls were banging against her like this as he put it too her. I feel so much like that proud lioness, catlike and svelte while I'm fucked by my male master and it is fucking GOOD."

You Are My Submissive And I Am Your Domino So, You Must Submit To My Command!. Britney's POV. Marrying the sweetest and coolest guy in the pack was a mere formality, but what I truly craved was a mate who could dominate me in every way possible. Someone who could fuck me relentlessly, make me beg for more, and bring me to the brink of ecstasy with just one touch. I needed a man who could make me forget all about the spineless mommy's boy I had foolishly married.

His body tensed beneath my touch, but he yielded, lowering his head in submission. "The next step," I murmured, my fingers trailing over the nape of his neck, "is for you to show me that you mean it. I want you to surrender fully. No hesitation, no pride, only obedience." Helios inhaled sharply. I could feel the mate bond tightening around us like an invisible leash, dragging him deeper into my control. "What do you want me to do, Dom?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper. I smiled. "Strip."

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

Dom brought the candle back up to my belly and began to drop the wax on me as if he was tracing patterns, as if he was painting something across my body. I moaned, hissed, and even cried but I never asked him to stop. What shocked Dom the most was when I arched my body up towards the next drop, as if I was begging and craving for more drops. “Wow!” Dom whispered to himself but I could hear him. “Good, Shemika! You make pain look like art.” Dom murmured, and I only chuckled. The last drop landed on my clit again and I bit down the lower part of my lips as I tightened my dripping entrance so as not to cum.

I can't help wondering if this is the Dom who left him. I squeeze in between two men in front of us and inhale sharply when I see what all the fuss is about. It's Damian in full Dom mode, and fuck is he sexy. The large butt plug in his hand makes me squirm. He has a woman draped over a spanking bench. She's writhing and moaning loudly. He separates her ass cheeks while massaging the plump orbs. Her body is lush and beautiful. She's not one of the wafer thin subs that I expected him to work with. It hits me. The sub has red hair and a similar body to mine. Damian is paying me back in spades. A scream rings out from the sub when Damian runs the butt plug along the crack of her ass. She is beha

But the man just moaned in delight. We passed other rooms with curtains for doors and Master stopped at one randomly, it seemed. He pushed aside the curtain so we could see what was happening inside. A Dom with a hood concealing his identity, stood over a female sub. She was on a bed completely naked, her arms and legs strapped down at each corner tightly. A ball gag was in her mouth. The Dom stood over her and was using a flogger on her breasts. They were a deep red from the torture. A machine was between her legs with a large dildo attached that was thrusting into her over and over. My lips parted in awe, as the sub looked at us, watching them. How would she say her safe word if she had to

On the sofa, the submissive's owner had her skirt hiked up and she was pleasuring herself while she watched her pet being used by these two strangers. Henry's tempo increased until finally, he pulled out, blasting a load all over the man's face. 'The man can cum like a fire hose,' Shamira thought, watching line after line of semen splatter on the young man's cheeks, nose, and mouth. She watched the domme stand up, walk over, look disapprovingly at her charge, and then slap him sharply across the face. She wiped Henry's goo off of her slave's face and then fed it to him, making sure he licked her latex gloves clean.