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I sat down beside her, unable to look away. The six women who had been with us earlier knelt around her like devoted priestesses. The leader spread her long, elegant legs wide, exposing her glistening, perfect pussy. Two women immediately lowered their heads between her thighs — one sucking her swollen clit, the other pushing her tongue deep inside her. Two more latched onto her full breasts, sucking and licking her nipples with hungry reverence. The final two moved behind her, spreading her ass cheeks and licking her tight hole with wet, filthy enthusiasm. The sounds were overwhelming.

The Dom nodded to Ben so he tipped his head in return. There was a heavy set woman dressed completely in black leather who had another slimmer woman wearing minimal leather garments and a leash. Their blue and red rings were evident. Ben caught the cruel smile on the Dom's face as she yanked her sub closer to pinch the woman's nipple. The slim woman squealed and whimpered but the way she bit her lip afterwards gave away her true feelings.

A loud, visible gulp leaves her throat, her ass muscles squeezing on their own against my palms at my deduction. "Talk to me, Anor. Let me hear it." God, I want to hear her voice; I need to listen to her clearly state what her body craves. And I realize something profound as I wait for her to speak: I have never had a one-on-one, intimate conversation about what a submissive actually likes. In the past, women just signed a cold legal document, listed out their hard limits, and that was it. I never questioned what a woman truly desired, not even Montana:she had told me she had no hard limits, which turned out to be a blatant lie. Everything I did, she secretly detested.

She began— “I’m willing to help but with difficult conditions. If I take you in and shield you, if I’m going to protect you from Matteo, you will not be my equal. You can never be my husband or partner again. You will be my submissive. You know I’m craving for a BDSM male sub. I think you will be the best choice. You will be like my domestic servant. A property in and out of my bedroom.” The message was clear. “You want freedom from them? You give yourself to me.”

"You might end up more shocked than you think." "Try it and find out." For the next hour, Jasmine flicked through all manner of videos. Most of them involved some form of submissive behaviour on the womans part, and featured things like bondage, spanking, rough sex, choking, spitting, forced orgasms, throat fucking, double penetration, butt plugs, public humiliation, all performed on the woman by a Dominant figure, sometimes males, sometimes females and on a few occasions, both. All of them featured anal.

"He used to come here with his wife, and when she died, he cut off any contact with the club. Until Madame Tracey called him to be his right arm, and that gave him space for him to take other subs. You are not the first, but you are the only one who returned to his command. They say he is one of the best for certain types of subs. My brow frowned at the end of your words. I didn't know many of the terms, but if Tracey was called madam... She couldn't be a submissive, even so, I could swear that whenever her eyes met me next to Zachary, she could skin my skin if she had the opportunity. "Are there different types of submissives? "I asked, taking advantage of the last notes of the song. Julia

She was so responsive, allowing me to have my wicked way with her like a true submissive. I wanted to make her exactly that. My submissive. Willing to take my cock. Willing to give me pleasure. Her body was perfect for it. So supple and curvy and damn that ass. That perfectly peach-shaped ass. I couldn't wait to sink between them. I wanted to see the look on her face when I did. "Lay down," I ordered, watching as she swiftly obeyed. Her tits bounced lightly. They looked like round-shaped cakes with her red nipples serving as the cherry on top.

Neal snatched Mom's phone and watched the video with relish. Then, he turned to the paparazzi with a smile. "I'm sorry that you guys had to see my fetish." He slowly got to his knees before me and said, "Please slap me, darling." I hesitated, unable to bring myself to do it. He held my hand and lightly patted his face with it. "Thanks, darling." Everyone was stunned. They thought this was just regular family drama, but it turned out to be a huge scoop. The CEO of Gray Corporation was into sadomasochism—what was that, if not big news?

Okay, honestly, now it is explained, it does not sound or look as scary as before. This actually seems like something normal; people have sex all the time with strangers, and many film their sexual acts and post them online, so I can understand this. We move on to the next window. “Some women need a submissive in their lives. This is one way how they can get it. If they have people living with them, if they have a partner or don't have room for a playroom, then this is a good alternative.” I know a little about Submissive; the whole thing is fascinating.

"She would have been an ideal candidate for this program, which I admit to be inspired by her. It was her determination to become submissive, her determination to return to Master, damn the consequences that showed me how deeply these submissive tendencies run in some people. As for taking her with me, that would happen only if this proposal is adopted, and if the group felt I was a suitable candidate to lead this endeavor, and of course with their permission. I will say she'd be an invaluable training tool." "Devon, humor me, justify that." Dominique said. "Imagine showing a prospective client the wonderful Slave Jeannette. A woman who can discuss current events, once we tell her to watch t