I Will Whip You While I Sit on Your Face and Then I Will Squirt in Your Mouth and Make You Clean Me
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You lie on the floor. You can only shudder under the weight of my gaze, your body trembling with anticipation of what's to come. "Now, lie on the floor, pet." Your quick obedience stirs a perverse satisfaction in me as I watch you sprawled out vulnerably. My whip lingers dangerously close to your confined arousal. Each strike, each sting is a reminder of your inability to follow simple instructions. But your punishment doesn't end there. Ascending your trembling frame, I settle on your face, demanding your full obedience. "Taste," I command, arching my back as your tongue tentatively explores my depths. There's a primal satisfaction in this act, watching you squirm beneath me, serving me without any possibility of your own pleasure. Then, comes the coup de grace, a large vibrating butt plug that makes you gasp, the shock of it making you shudder.
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You've never looked more pathetic, more exposed.
Your naked body is trembling.
Your manhood confined in a chastity device that is more of a torture instrument than anything else.
I stare down at you, feeling a wicked sense of satisfaction wash over me.
You're here, at my mercy, ready to endure whatever torment I have planned for you.
There's a certain thrill in wielding the whip, an empowering rush that courses through my veins.
The power of your toes curling.
But there's no escape from this torment, no relief from the aching desire.
Each strike of the whip only increases your arousal, the pain a harsh contrast to the denied pleasure.
Each crack of the whip, each whimper that escapes your lips, it's all a testament to my control, my power.
The room is filled with the ********* sounds of your torment.
The snap of the whip, your stifled *****, the soft thud of your body writhing on the floor.
Cruel reminder of the pleasure you're denying.
Your eyes meet mine, a silent flee from mercy in your gaze.
But there's no mercy to be found in my eyes, only a wicked delight in your torment.
Each strike of the whip, each whimper of pain, it only fuels my desire to push you further, to break you down completely.
As dawn breaks, your torment continues.
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