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I nodded. "So, you were asking me something. Continue." he said. How can I call him master? This is too much!! I tried to say master but my mouth just don't allow me to. At last, I managed to say, "Mas..ter,.....why are all the things just lying here. Why aren't they arranged? The guys who are supposed to arrange these are not here yet?" He smiled and said, "Good question, slave." He called me slave!!!!! What does he think of himself? He is calling me slave! This is too much. I really want to smack his face!

I smirked when I saw that she swallowed it and licked her lips as if she was enjoying it. "What a slut!" I silently said. "You taste good, honey!" she replied. I untied her blindfold as well as the hand and foot ties. "You can leave now. My service is over." She immediately left, but was still weak. I saw that her knee was shaking and she could not walk properly. I saw Tom at the foot of the door. He just made a shook. This is my life. I am beast. I am a sadist and I do BDSM.

Instead he opened his drawers, I thought it was a fucking condom he wante sto bring out, he brought it out though as long with a lube, but something about was with it Some black ropes and a chain “H…huh?” I stanmered, but he only smiled wider He didn’t say fucking shit, didn’t tell me this was how he liked it BDSM!!!

“Mistress Wanda, it is midnight,” came the gruff voice of the Servant. Wanda picked up her bullwhip and cracked it in front of the mirror, feeling her power, heels clicking on the concrete floor as she turned and headed for the door. The cellar was dank and cavernous, used formerly to house a wine collection it had been transformed into an ersatz torture chamber, with a pillory, a wooden framework to secure head and hands mounted on a steel post drilled into the concrete floor, the centrepiece of the makeshift dungeon. Next to it a robust oak table covered with assorted BDSM paraphernalia including bondage mitts and cuffs, nipple clamps, speculums, floggers, butt plugs, spanking paddles and

he says, "I am going to pleasure you over and again. I am going to have you, in my bed, over the hood of my car, against the wall and anywhere else it pleases me to do so. "I am going to give you spine-arching, finger-curling, orgasms whenever I can. I want to see you with your mascara smeared, just-got-laid hair and your lips swollen, and I am going to fuck you until you walk bow-legged and they're all cheering me out on the street." Speechless, I simply lie there, drinking him in. "Nothing to say?" I shake my head. "No arguments?" "No, Master." "Good. And now, I'm going to fuck you hard and I want to hear you scream..."

Huh? "You're my slave. My personal slave and I'm the master here. I use you the way I want. Now, do your job if you don't want to regret having a tongue." He stated to her icily and stretched his arms out again as Sophia swallowed the lump down her throat and loosed his robe's belt, undressing him. "Now, that's a good girl." Ice Pick made a small silly smile and smirked. She finished taking off his clothes including the briefs he was putting on as he stood huge and naked before him with tattoos on his right arm and below his abdomen.

“And… what if someone loses everything?” “If someone loses until they have nothing left to bet…” Seren said, deliberately glancing at Lalisa, “that person… will become the ‘slave’ of all the winners… for the entire night.” The word “slave” made Lalisa’s heart skip a beat. Memories from the lessons in the BDSM room flooded back into her mind. Fear and excitement surged through her at the same time, uncontrollably. “I… I’m not good at cards,” Lalisa tried to refuse.

she said and I felt a rush of heat pool in my stomach and I’d have squeezed my thighs together if I wasn’t standing. “Isn’t that like bdsm?” I asked and she shook her head. “No. Far from it. Bdsm kind of involves a sub and a dom and a lot of other things. This is just different,” she muttered and I hummed, all the wheels in my brain turning. “Here. Lingeries,” Shay pointed out and I stared at the section filled with different lingeries, shapes, sizes and colors. I licked my lips. “Where can I get the cuffs and blindfolds?”

She beamed before walking off away, leaving us alone once again. While I ate, Adam watched me and sipped his glass of wine. "What would you like to know about me?" The image of Adam's chest flashed through my mind. "I noticed there were burns and bruises on your chest. How were they inflicted? I can't figure it out." Adam smirked, and his eyes glowed with passion. "Do you know what BDSM is, Doctor?" "I know of it." "The bruises are from whips and the burns from a lighter." "Oh, I see."

He was naked as the day he was born with red marks on different parts of his body, and I could see precum leaking from his very hard shaft. My eyes widened, as everyone watched and cheered with reckless abandon while the man on the crucifix begged the woman to let him cum. “What is this place?” I could barely recognize my own voice. Chase leaned down till his breath was fanning the side of my face. “It’s called a dungeon.” My head spun as I tried to process what was going on. I’d just walked into a raw and unfiltered bdsm scene, and although uneasy, I felt really turned on as the moisture formed in my panties.