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“You’ll drag me straight to hell, and I’ll thank you for it.” She whimpered again, the sound feeding me the same way worship songs did. I kept watching my cock slide in and out of her, each time glistening more. I held back in the office, but I didn't hold back now, I fucked her so hard she was screaming at the top of her lungs, and that didn't matter. This was my home, no one was coming in this late but her, she was bold, she was sexy, she was amazing. “You’re the best I’ve ever had,” she gasped, unknowingly feeding my kink back to me. “The biggest,” she cried out, her words stuttering. “The hardest, oh please—Father...don’t stop. Don't fucking stop!” She whimpered.

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They say it reads your arousal metrics down to the millisecond, syncs haptic feedback straight to your nervous system. My fingers tremble a little as I lift it out. I've been jerking off to p**n for months with the same tired scenes, same fake moans, and it's not enough anymore. I want to feel owned. I want something that knows exactly how wet I get when a voice calls me a desperate little slut. So I subscribed to the premium tier, the one they don't advertise on the main site. Full customization. No filters. No safe words unless I set them. And tonight I'm testing the default dominant profile they call "Apex."

I hadn't bothered to think about how this conversation went from being bothered about her to me joining her. "But before you leave, we need to get some things clear, including what you'll be doing." I nodded. "For starters, it's a kink organisation that attracts celebrities that prefer to remain anonymous but have certain kinks they'd love to explore. The deals made between us are usually bounded by contracts, so getting a contract is very important to your safety so they don't go overboard." Although it was a bit much to take in at first, I understood everything she said to me, nodding in approval as she continued.

I hand out orgasms as a gift to my subs and I'm fulfilled when they are. "You also need to understand the significance of the gold heart bracelets and necklaces. Inside the club, we have color wrist bands to designate preferences and kink experience. Outside these walls, subs wear the gold hearts so they're easily identified by kinky visitors to the hotel. The kink community stays on the top five floors but all lounges and restaurants are open for non-kinky pursuits. Above all else we offer privacy for our guests and ask that vanilla only conversations take place when on the lower floors."

My tongue snakes out of my mouth, and I run it from the top of his shaft to the end of it, my hands fondling and massaging his balls. “That feels so good Kitten.” I take him into my mouth one more time, pushing out my tongue to make room for him, I gag and choke, saliva dripped down my jaw, he hissed, moaned, and shook from the onslaught of pleasure. “Such a good girl.” he muttered over and over, He had unlocked the praise kink, as I gagged on him, tears sprung from my eyes as I tried to push past the tip point. My hands find his ass, I massaged the firm flesh, whilst trying to push him further than my throat could take at the moment.

Even when he grins and winks at me after saying it, it still has the same effect on me. “Jesus, you’re getting her all wet, she’s dripping all over me!” Jory spreads my legs to show the others, and I redden, hiding my face in his chest. “Well, she did say that she loves being treated this way. Now, I actually believe that our girl has a kink fetish. She is a true sub.” Knox states, “But, we really need to talk about this before the two of you go and abuse her poor holes for the rest of the night.” He chuckles.

They do not lose their power; they simply choose to place it in hands they trust implicitly. I wrote for two solid hours. I dismantled the myth that kink was devoid of romance, explaining how the meticulous negotiation of boundaries was, in fact, the most profound expression of intimacy. I detailed the neurological realities of subspace, demystifying the chemical drop and elevating it from a taboo secret to a beautiful, documented human experience. When I reached the end of the post, I didn't sign it The Advocate. I typed: Cassandra Monroe. "You are dropping the shield."

I’m sitting in a dark room, naked on a bed; not a sliver of light can be seen. This is what I agreed to—no sight, no sound, for one night of mind-blowing pleasure. My heart beats rapidly as I wait for my partner. I’m getting used to blind sex, the name of the new kink in the sex world. You put your name in the pool and get matched with the most compatible lover based on your interests. I hope they got it right for me because I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks since receiving the invite. My center is soaking wet just thinking of the things that will be done to it tonight.

I also can't tell if the Princess putting him through the ringer right now, grew into my tastes, or if it was subconscious desire on my part. A hidden kink I blocked off from my mind, until Georgianna came of age. Nico gets off on kink for the sake of kink. If it's deviant, debaucherous, or otherwise taboo; he has to try it at least once. The only line he ever drew for himself in that respect was me, thank gods. When it comes to my twin, he likes getting away with shit. With me..... I like having the prize that no one else can. That no one else suspects.