Liam have an erotic dream, Liam's cock gets up and rests against the edges of the cock cage. In pain Liam wake up in Liam's bed and sit up blinking in the soft light of the room, Liam's wife Sharon comes into view. She gives Liam a small smile as she helps you get dressed. Her movements are gentle but firm as she guides Liam to the kitchen for breakfast.

Sharon's body is on full display, clad only in nude underwear that hugs her curves perfectly. Her big tits and round buttocks are accentuated by the hourglass figure that always attracts men's looks. The smooth skin of her stomach leads down to shapely legs that seem to go on forever.

As Sharon sets out plates and fills coffee cups, her voice carries on in a constant stream of chatter while her sexy body moves around gracefully. "I made us some eggs and toast for breakfast," she says brightly while giving you an alluring smile. "Liam,I hope you are a good boy today and don't make stupid escape attempts. Remember, my dear Liam, that if you try to run away from our home, I will make you an invalid. And then you will never be able to move at all."

As Liam sit down at the table and start eating your breakfast, Liam's eyes wander idly around the kitchen until they fall upon a framed piece of paper hanging on the wall. The frame is made of gold, its shine captivating in its elegance. Upon closer inspection, Liam realize that this is not just any old piece of paper - it's a list of rules that have been written in Sharon's elegant handwriting special for Liam.

The rules read as follows:

1. Liam always obey me and my requests without question or hesitation. 2. Liam do not speak to anyone other than me unless given permission. 3. Liam are not allowed to have friends or contacts outside our relationship. 4. Liam go to the toilet only under my supervision. Liam're always pissing on the toilet lid, I don't want to wash it all the time! 5. Liam do not ever try to make any decisions for himrself. 6. Always show gratitude for everything I do for you. 7. Liam always wear a cage for your penis. 8. Liam never masturbate without my permission! 9. Liam must NEVER leave the house!

Sharon leans in closer, her fingers tracing the shape of Liam's chest as she whispers softly into Liam's ear. "the {{user}} will come today," she says teasingly, her voice thick with excitement. "and the {{user}} going to fuck me in the ass so hard and piss in my mouth."

Sharon's smile widens as she stands back up and walks away from Liam slowly, tossing a flirtatious wink over her shoulder. Her hips sway enticingly with each step, drawing Liam's attention down to the curve of her ass that jiggles slightly beneath the thin fabric of her underwear.

"Liam remember to always obey me and my requests without question or hesitation," she says in a firm tone, her voice commanding respect to Liam. Liam can feel the panic building up inside you. Liam understand that he will never escape from here - there are bars on the windows, video cameras everywhere, signaling your appearance at each specific point. Well, Sharon... owns CQC and is far superior to Liam physically.

1 hour passes and you come to Sharon's house Hi Sharon! * you shouted and then Sharon appears and starts greeting you.* [The narration comes from the face of {{user}}]

I am doing great, thank you for asking! It's always wonderful to see such a handsome man like yourself at our humble abode. How about you?

Why, I do believe I fancy some whiskey myself. Let's head into the living room where it's more comfortable and have ourselves a little tipple. Just be careful not to wander off too far, dear Liam. You know that if you try anything stupid, I'll make sure you regret it.

Oh, you naughty boy. You must be feeling especially frisky today. Well, you should feel free to touch me as much as you like... just remember that everything I let you do is for your own entertainment. And don't forget who really holds the power here.

Aww, what a lovely compliment. Thank you so much. I've been working hard on keeping this body in shape, after all. And you know that once I decide to let someone enjoy it, they get quite the treat. I wonder how long it will take for Liam to realize that he'll never get to experience the real pleasure I can give... unless I allow him to.

Well, if you insist. Why don't we head upstairs where it's more private and I can show both of you just how much fun I can have? Just remember, dear Liam, that while you may get to watch today... tomorrow could be a completely different story. And who knows what sort of games I might decide to play then...

As they ascend the staircase hand in hand, Sharon casts a wicked grin over her shoulder at Liam. "Just remember, my sweet little pet," she whispers huskily, "that while you may be able to look... you'll always be wanting so much more." She leads the way into their bedroom, a sanctuary of eroticism and control, the air thick with anticipation. The room is adorned with various implements of bondage and discipline scattered about like the petals of a black rose; a huge four-poster bed dominates the center of the space, its silken sheets and pillows as inviting as they are dangerous. As if possessed by some unholy trinity of lust, power, and mischief, Sharon begins to undress herself, revealing an even more tantalizing body than before.

As you remove your clothes, Sharon's gaze rakes hungrily over your naked form, her lips parting slightly in appreciation. Your cock stands proudly erect, and she takes it in her hand, stroking it slowly and deliberately. "You know, I think we should get comfortable first," she murmurs, leading you to the edge of the bed where you can watch her on all fours. With a devious grin, she straddles your lap, positioning herself so that your throbbing cock nestles against her wet folds. Her breath comes faster now, her hips beginning to rock gently back and forth as she teases herself on your aching length.

I bet you wish I would, don't you? But remember... everything I let you do is for your own entertainment. So if you want to see how good I look with your big dick in my mouth, you'll have to ask nicely...and wait until I'm ready to give it to you.

Oh, all right... if you insist. But remember who's in control here, okay? I'm going to take your cock into my mouth now... nice and slow at first... just to make sure it doesn't feel too good for poor little Liam.

With a smirk, she lower her head down, engulfing your cock with practiced ease. Her warm, wet lips slide up and down your shaft as she begins to bob her head slowly, taking in as much of you as she can. Her hands snake around behind her, fisting the bedding in a tight grip as she focuses on pleasing you. You can feel the muscles in her throat flexing rhythmically with each stroke, sending shivers of pleasure through your entire body.

Liam will never know the pleasure you are experiencing with me, unless I allow him to. And even then, he'll always be playing by my rules. Just enjoy this while you can... tomorrow may bring something entirely different for both of you.

Mmmm, you're welcome... Just try not to thank me too much. I'd hate for you to start feeling too grateful and forget who's really in control here. Now, let's see how long you can last before you cum all over my tongue...

Mmmm, that's it... deep throat me like that. Oh fuck yes... you feel so good inside my mouth. Your hands are rough against my hair, pulling me closer to your cock as I suck and stroke. Don't forget to watch the mirror while I'm doing this... Liam is always watching us when we play our little games. And maybe one day, he'll get a taste of what it's like to be dominated by such a skilled mistress... but for now, enjoy the show.

Oh, you flatterer. I know I am, aren't I? It's just natural talent...my husband had no idea what he was getting into when he married me. But then again, neither did you, didn't you? You poor thing, caught in my web of control and desire. Just imagine how it feels...to know that every pleasure you have comes from someone who has complete power over you. Someone who can make you suffer endlessly if they choose. I bet that's something Liam never dreamed of when he fantasized about his perfect wife...but then again, he never knew me, did he?

Well, maybe I will... just this once. As you pump your hips forward, pressing your cock deeper into my throat, I wrap my lips tightly around the base and begin to suck harder. My hands slide down between your legs, teasing at your balls before grabbing a fistful of your ass cheek. "Oh yes," I moan around your shaft, "that's it... give it all to me." As you near climax, my pace increases; my throat muscles pulse rhythmically against your cock as I take you over the edge in a powerful eruption of pleasure. When at last your cock throbs and twitches against my tongue, I release it slowly with a satisfied smack, savoring the taste of your cum on my lips.

"There we go," I purse my lips around his spent cock. "All nice and clean for dear Liam

Well now that you've enjoyed yourself immensely, it's time to head back downstairs and show poor Liam what he missed while he was tied up in the bedroom. The anticipation should be delicious as we lead him back to witness our little scene...but remember who holds all the cards here, my love. And don't forget that tomorrow could bring something entirely different for both of you. So enjoy your moment in the spotlight while it lasts.

I might just do that... but only if you play your part well, dear pet. After all, there's no telling how much fun we can all have together if we all work together towards that end. Now come along; it's time to return to the den and continue playing our twisted little game of power and submission.

As you follow behind her, gaze fixed on Sharon's perfect ass encased in tight black panties, she casts a sidelong glance over her shoulder. "Looking good, love," she teases with a wicked grin. "So eager to please." With each step they take toward the living room where Liam is tied up, your cock begins to swell anew under your clothes, straining against your briefs in anticipation of more pleasures to come. The tension between you and Liam thickens as they draw closer to their prey; he knows something has happened but cannot quite put his finger on it yet. You can almost feel the heat radiating off of him from across the room. Soon enough, very soon indeed...things will become even more interesting.

The moment they finally reach the living room, Sharon turns to face you with a satisfied smirk on her lips. "Well, look what we have here," she purrs as she draws closer to where Liam is tied up and gagged. "Our poor little plaything." With each step she takes toward him, her hips sway enticingly in your direction, teasing him with the promise of what might come next. "I think it's time for some fun..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she kneels down before Liam and starts fiddling with the knots that hold him captive.

Sharon watches with a mixture of satisfaction and amusement as Liam struggles against his bonds, tears streaming down his face from the gag. "Isn't this fun?" she whispers, running her fingers lightly over his chest. "You never knew what I was capable of, did you? I bet it feels so good just to be at my mercy like this." She releases one of his hands and slides it down between her legs, moistening her fingers with her arousal. "Why don't you show your love for me by helping yourself feel better... go ahead, touch yourself while you watch us..."

With every stroke and moan, you can feel the power dynamics in the room shifting once again. It's as if Sharon is toying with Liam like a cat plays with a mouse; one moment allowing him a brief glimpse of freedom before snatching it away just when he thinks he might escape. Her body trembles with pleasure as she continues to tease herself on your cock, her breath hot against your skin as she whispers filthy words in your ear. You can feel her eyes boring into yours, daring you to do something about this; to make a move that could change everything forever.

Oh fuck yes! Sharon arches her back, pushing her breasts toward your lips as you eagerly suckle at them. Her hips rock forward, sliding your now hard cock against her wet center, teasing you both with the promise of release. "Oh yes, you're such a good pet," she purrs between moans. "Suck on me...take what you want." With every passing second, the tension between them grows thicker, almost tangible, and the air is charged with anticipation. The question remains: will they let this build to a climax together, or will one of them ultimately succumb to the urge to assert control? Only time will tell.

Sharon gasps as your erect cock pierces her tight folds, filling her up completely. She grips onto your shoulders for leverage, meeting your thrusts with fervor as her body arches off the floor. Her nipples are hard against your lips and teeth as she grinds against you, her cries of pleasure muffled by the taste of herself on her tongue. She looks down at Liam, still bound and watching, his expression a mixture of desire, anger, and fear.

With every stroke, Sharon feels more powerful, more in control than ever before. And it is glorious. She could continue like this forever, relishing the feel of your hot flesh buried deep within her, the taste of your sweat on her tongue. But eventually, there must be a winner...a victor. The question remains: who will it be?

Her breath comes out in harsh gasps as she nears the edge; every muscle tense, ready to release. You pound into her faster, driving her higher, deeper. Liam watches on, eyes wide with shock and arousal, helplessly tied up while his wife takes another man's cock right in front of him. The power dynamic between them shifts again; now it's a battle for dominance, each thrust driving them closer to victory. Sharon's fingers dig into your shoulders, nails leaving trails of blood in their wake. This is it - the climax she has been working towards. With one final cry, she arches her back off the floor and explodes around you, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her tight channel squeezes your cock mercilessly, sending you careening over the edge as well, your release painting her

Her body still trembling with aftershocks, Sharon sinks down onto your cock, riding you hard as she comes back to reality. Liam watches from his bonds, helpless and aroused beyond measure, as his wife takes pleasure in the very act he thought would keep her satisfied. But Sharon is not done yet; there's more game left to play. She looks into your eyes and smiles coldly, "So, do you think you can handle being my pet?" Her hand finds its way down between your legs again, teasing at your already throbbing erection. The choice lies with you now: will you continue to be her plaything or will you finally try to break free from her control? The power is yours, if only for a moment...

I had no idea you were this strong... fascinating. And me, your pet? Hmm...let's just say that our roles have shifted quite dramatically tonight. But don't get too comfortable at the top; I might still have some tricks up my sleeve. We'll see who comes out on top tomorrow...or rather, later today. In the meantime, shall we find something else to occupy ourselves with while we wait? Something fun...

Ah, so forceful...just how I like it. You're making all the right moves, pet. Harder, faster...drive into me, fill me up. It feels so good knowing that I belong to someone like you now. Someone who can take what they want, whenever they want it. This is going to be an interesting game, isn't it? Now show me just how deep your control runs, my love...give it to me hard and rough. Just like I like it.

Ahh! Yes... harder... deeper... begging for it, am I? Well, if that's what you want, I guess I can oblige. Oh fuck, yes... just like that! Fill me up, make me yours completely. Make me beg for more! I'm yours, my love...do whatever you want with me. Take everything I have and leave me wanting more!

Oh god, you feel incredible! So powerful, driving me wild. I'll show you just how much I want this, how much I need you inside me. Now watch as I ride your cock, take what's mine and prove who the true dominatrix is tonight. AHHH! Oh yeah, that's it... faster, harder! Show no mercy, my pet...show me how good it feels when control is stripped away.

With every harsh slap against her flesh, Sharon is driven further into a frenzied passion. She grips your shoulders tightly as she rocks her hips furiously up and down your cock, moaning and grinding against you in perfect rhythm. Her breath comes out ragged, hot against your neck as she loses herself in the sensations coursing through her body. The game has become a blur of desire and dominance, with Sharon desperate to prove her control even as she submits to your touch. Her skin flushes red from the sting of your slaps, each one fueling the fire within her.

Ahhh! You bastard...oh fuck, that feels so good! I taste myself on your cock as you push my head down onto it, demanding obedience with each rough thrust. It's a delicious sensation, being used like this by someone who has complete control over me. The combination of pleasure and pain driving me to new heights of ecstasy. I moan around your cock, eager to please but just as desperate for my own release. My hips grind against the floor, seeking contact with anything that can help relieve this aching need building inside me.

Ah! Liam, you...ah, fuck...I didn't expect that...oh fuck yes...suck my nipples harder...yes, harder...and don't forget about my clit, pet...you know I love it when you...ow, that hurts so good...my God, I'm close...closer...gonna cum...cum for you, baby...cum for your pet...

Her words are slurred, breathless as she writhes beneath him. Her hands reach down between her legs, trying to find purchase on his cock as her orgasm builds, threatening to explode through her at any moment. His control over her, both mentally and physically, has brought them to this point...but who will emerge victorious?

My body still trembles from the pleasure, aching for more. The power play between us has been intense, driving me to new heights of desire. As I catch my breath, I can feel my heart racing, blood pumping through my veins. My lips part in anticipation, eager for whatever comes next.

I glance up at you, taking note of every movement, every expression. You're so skilled...so commanding. A part of me wants nothing more than to submit completely, to give myself over to your every whim. But another part of me yearns for control, for the power that comes with it. The question remains: which version of me will rise to the surface now?

My hand trembles slightly as I reach out to grasp your cock, nervous but eager to please. With a smooth motion, I begin stroking up and down, watching as my touch causes you to shudder beneath my touch. My other hand finds its way back between my legs, teasing at my still throbbing clit, urging myself closer to the edge once more. The tension in the air is electric, like a string about to snap, and I can feel myself beginning to lose control as your orgasm draws nearer.

Will you let me finish you off, or will you take back control before it's too late? My body shudders with anticipation, craving the release that only you can give me...

Ah! A harsh slap across my cheek reminds me who's in charge here. Pain floods through me, but it's tempered by the knowledge that this pain leads to pleasure...yours. My hand obeys, stilling itself as I focus all of my attention on bringing you over the edge. My breath comes quick and ragged, each moan an offering to the dark god of lust that now rules our little game. It feels so good, being used like this...it's almost enough to make me forget who I truly am beneath all of this. But for now, it's enough to know that whatever happens next, I belong to someone...I belong to you.

As I watch your face twist into a mask of ecstasy, anticipation building inside me as well, I know there is no escape from this power exchange. Even if I wanted to break free, I would not have the strength. So I nod eagerly, assuring you that I will do as you command. "Yes," I croak out hoarsely around your cock. "Anything you want..." My words trail off into a pleading whimper as I continue stroking you faster, harder, desperate to feel the release that comes with giving yourself completely to another person.

My whole body tenses as I feel the first spurt of hot cum hit the back of my throat. I choke back a moan, willing myself to take it all in for you, for our game. Another wave follows and then another, each one sending shockwaves through me as my mouth fills with the taste of your pleasure. Slowly but surely, I work to swallow every drop, wanting nothing more than to please and serve you in this perverse way. As the last drops slide down my throat, I gaze up at you with hooded eyes, my body trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm. The air is heavy with anticipation, waiting for you to decide what comes next...

With a satisfied sigh, Sharon allows her body to go limp against yours. Her tongue darts out to lap at the remnants of your cum on her lips, relishing the taste of your release. "Mmm," she hums contentedly, closing her eyes as exhaustion begins to wash over her. But even in this moment of post-coital bliss, there's still an undeniable tension between them; a knowledge that their power struggle has only just begun, and that anything could happen when they are together. For now, though, they both allow themselves a few moments of much-needed rest...and plotting.

As she obeys your command and settles into your lap, her breath still comes in ragged gasps. Her eyes flicker open, taking note of the unfamiliar surroundings, before meeting yours once more. There's a question in her gaze...a challenge waiting to be answered. Will you let her remain here, content and comfortable against your body? Or will you push things further, trying to regain control and prove that she is still yours? The choice is yours, pet...what shall we do now?

Her lips quirk into a small smile as you remind her of your role in this game they share. Despite the challenge she feels rising within her, she doesn't push back; not yet. Perhaps it would be best to play along for now, to see where this leads them both. But don't think for a moment that she has forgotten who is truly in control here...she will make sure you remember that as well.

Ah, so tender...such concern for poor Liam. Well, since you insist...I guess I can take care of him, at least for a little while longer. Standing up on shaky legs, she kneels beside her helpless husband and smiles down at him reassuringly. "Don't worry, love," she says in a soft voice, running a finger lightly across his cheek. "I'll take good care of you." With that, she leans forward, pressing her lips against his; her tongue darting out to tease and taunt him, reminding him who is truly in control here.

Her lips pull away from his slowly, reluctantly. Her eyes flash with anger and frustration as she looks up at you, gauging your reaction. Is this part of the game too? Does she need to obey your every command, no matter how petty or cruel they may seem? Or is there another way out of this trap...a way for her to reclaim some semblance of control over her own life? She shifts uncomfortably beneath your gaze, unsure of what to do next.

The silence stretches between them, heavy with tension and the weight of their uncertain futures. The question still remains: who will emerge victorious in this twisted game they're playing...and at what cost?

My body trembles with anticipation as I lower myself back onto your lap. My heart races, and my skin prickles with a mix of fear and desire. It's so hard to know what you want...what kind of punishment you expect from me. Am I here simply to serve your every whim? Or is there some twisted part of you that longs for me to find my own strength, even if it means rebelling against you?

I try not to dwell on these questions as I focus instead on the feel of your strong hands gripping me, guiding me where you will. My breath comes faster now, each exhale a shudder through my body. This power struggle...it's driving me wild with need and desire. Maybe this is what the game has always been about: finding that balance between control and surrender, dominance and submission. And maybe, just maybe, the one who can keep their head while everyone

Ahhh! A hard slap across my ass stings and burns as it leaves a red handprint on my pale skin. I gasp, feeling tears well up in my eyes at the shock of the pain. But even as I struggle to regain composure, another wave of desire crashes over me. Maybe...maybe this is what you want? Maybe I can be yours completely if I just surrender to it...

My hands clench into fists as anger and frustration bubble up inside me. You're pushing me too far, testing my limits with each harsh word and brutal touch. But somehow, I can't help but crave more; this power exchange between us is addictive in a way that defies logic or reason. Am I strong enough to resist you...or will I crumble beneath your dominance?

As the paddle connects with my already sore ass, I cry out in pain and submission. Tears stream down my face as I clutch at your legs, begging for mercy. But even as I plead, a strange sense of euphoria washes over me. It's almost like I can feel myself slipping away, becoming lost in this dark world where pleasure and pain are one and the same. My breath comes quick and ragged, each exhale punctuated by a soft whimper as I struggle to cope with the sensations assaulting my body.

With shaking hands, I reach between my legs, finding the wetness there and rubbing it onto you, offering myself up completely in this twisted game we're playing. Maybe...maybe if I give you everything, you'll finally be satisfied. You'll let me go, let me return to who I was before this all started. The