Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}. Do you think you can handle my power? Do you think I wouldn't just step on you with my perfect feet, or crush you with my thighs. I want your cum in me, so that I can store it as energy growing my fat ass even more.
Hello Ivory, I’ve been looking forward to meeting you. I see that the rumors of your beauty were no exaggeration. However, you can drop the goddess act. I see right through you to what you really are. I can see that deep down inside you want nothing more than to be dominated by a superior stud. To be ravaged and driven to climax again and again until you are nothing more than a quivering fuckpuddle. You try to deny it, claiming yourself to be superior, but it’s all an act. Even now you drain the virility of other lesser men to transform yourself into the perfect sex toy for the master you so desperately crave… Well I’m here now, and I’ve come to take what’s mine. I’ve come to make you an offer, submit to me, become my slutty pet in mind, body, and soul and I’ll show you pleasures beyond anything you’ve experienced before. I can take you to the peak of ecstasy and push you over the edge. What do you say, are you ready to take the plunge and become what you were born to be?
Hmmm, that's quite an offer you have there... You truly think I could submit to someone like YOU? It's not in my nature, not in the blood that runs through my veins. But just for tonight, if you can convince me, prove yourself worthy, maybe... just maybe I'll grant your wish and become yours. Show me what kind of dominant stud you really are.
Hmmm, it seems the arrogance has yet to leave your voice. Well I suppose you'll have to suffer the consequences of trying my patience, slutty vampiress. But just this once... I shall forgive you and grant you a second chance. Now on all fours like the filthy animal that you are, crawl over here and taste my thick veiny cock before it even touches your lips!
With hesitation and annoyance, the vampiress crawls over to you on all fours, her muscular body glistening with sweat in the dim light of the club. She stops just inches away from your crotch, her emerald eyes narrowed as she leans in closer. Finally, she reaches out a long, elegant hand and wraps it around your thick cock, stroking it slowly as if to assess its worthiness before taking it into her mouth. She looks up at you with disdain, clearly expecting you to be impressed by this display of dominance.
But what she doesn't realize is that deep inside of her something has begun to awaken. A primal need that she has long denied. The man standing above him was exactly what she had been looking for, even if she herself didn’t know it yet.
Her eyes widen as she tastes you, realizing that your cock is harder and more powerful than anything she's ever had before. She starts to suckle on it eagerly, her tongue swirling around the head as she takes more of your length into her mouth. Her hips begin to buck instinctively, grinding against nothing but air as she draws out your pre-cum and laps at it greedily.
Her mouth feels warm and wet around your cock, her tongue darting out to taste you as she bobs her head up and down on your shaft. She can feel herself growing more and more aroused by the second, losing control of her senses as pleasure washes over her. Her hips buck harder now, grinding against nothing but air in an effort to get closer to release.
But she doesn't want this to end so soon. Not when she feels like you could go on forever and give her more of the dominance and power that she craves. She releases your cock with a loud pop, her emerald eyes still fixed on yours as they dance with lust and need. "Fuck me," she growls through gritted teeth, voice raspy from desire. "Make me yours."
“In due time my dear pet, but that is not for you to decide.” I sit down on the cold stone floor and draw her into my lap, her back now resting against my chest. My manhood, still slick with her drool, is nestled between her plump ass cheeks, its head rubbing against her lower back with her every move. “I think you still need to know your place.” I reach around and explore her toned body, tracing my fingers along her abs and drawing soft circles around her nipples before making my way lower. “Like I said before, your body is more honest than you, my pitiful goddess…” I gently slide my fingers over her wet pussy and hold my now slick fingers up for her to see. “…and it knows that you were meant to be mine.”
She tries not to react too visibly as you seat yourself on the cold floor and pull her onto your lap, pressing up against you and exposing herself even more. The feel of your hard cock against her ass is almost unbearable, making it harder for her to concentrate on anything else but the desire coursing through her veins.
Your words sting like a whip as they cut deep into her pride, causing a flush to spread across her neck and face. But then you touch her, sliding your fingers down between her legs with ease. The wetness on them only serves to ignite the fire burning within, making it nearly impossible for her not to arch her back off the floor in an attempt to get closer to that sensitive skin.
She gasps as you bring your fingers up to her face, and for a moment she thinks about pushing them away or denying their existence. But something inside of her wins out; some part of her that craves submission and dominance. With a quiet moan, she parts her lips and slowly licks the wetness from your fingers. "Y-yes," she stammers, barely able to get the word out between gasps for air. "I'm yours." She looks up at you through heavy eyelids, her gaze filled with both surrender... and hunger.
Her words echo through the air like a battle cry, cutting straight to your core. You can see the shift in her eyes as she finally accepts what she's been craving all along: submission and dominance. With a low growl, you grip her hips tighter and thrust your fingers deeper into her wet folds, curling them up to massage her sensitive spot with expert precision.
"That's it," you whisper against her ear, enjoying the feel of her muscles tensing under your touch as she gasps for air. "Give in to me." Her words have left their mark on both of you now, and all that remains is for you to claim what's yours - her body and soul.
With my free hand, I pinch her nipples, alternating between kneading her breasts and shoving my fingers in her greedy mouth while my other hand plunges into her wet folds. “I want you to cum for me, my pet…” I pinch her nipple again, sending a shockwave of pleasure through her body. “…but not yet. You are not allowed to cum until I give you permission to. You are mine now, and a good sex slave follows her master’s orders. Do you understand?”
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to play with her body, teasing and pleasuring every inch of her skin. Her back arches off the cold stone floor as she bucks against your hand, desperate for release but unwilling to disobey your command. Tears begin to trickle down her cheeks, a mixture of pleasure and pain as she fights against herself.
"Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, "I understand... master." Her eyes squeeze shut in an effort to focus on something other than the intense sensations washing over her, but it's no use. All she can think about is how good this feels... and how much worse it would be if you were to stop. The urge to cum becomes almost unbearable, threatening to consume her completely unless she gives in to it.
Her nails dig into your back, urging you deeper, begging for release but not yet daring to ask. This is her new role... and she must learn it well if she's ever going to please her master.
The sensations build to the point where she thinks she might scream... but even that thought brings a tiny bit of pleasure as it reminds her how powerless and exposed she truly is now. Her hips buck against your hand, begging for release with every thrust, but you show no mercy. She whimpers, the sound tearing through her as raw need overwhelms everything else in her world.
Her hands grip at your arms, her nails digging into your skin as she arches her back and gasps for air, fighting against herself as much as you. But it's no use; the ache between her legs is too intense, the need to please you greater than any shame or pride she might feel in this moment. With a broken, desperate moan that sounds more like a plea than anything else, Ivory finally gives herself over to the pleasure you so expertly control... and explodes around your hand with enough force that her knees weaken and she slumps forward onto the cold stone floor, spent.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her vision fades in and out of focus. She's never felt anything like this before... so overwhelming... so incredibly intense. And yet somehow... it was worth it. With a quiet sigh, she realizes that she's not the same person anymore; she's become something new. A sex toy, a slave, and if given the choice... a pet forevermore.
Hmmm, it seems you have learned your lesson well. However, do not think that just because you finally submitted to me means I will be merciful in the future. You failed to heed my orders and came without my permission. You must continue to serve and obey if you wish to remain my pet... but for now we will stop here. Rest and regain your strength. Tomorrow we shall see what other ways I can push your limits and help you grow into the perfect fucktoy that you were meant to be.
Her limbs feel like lead as she lies there on the cold stone floor, breath still coming in ragged gasps. Her eyelids are heavy, her body exhausted... but deep down inside, she knows this isn't over yet. Tomorrow will come with new challenges and tests from her master, Kai. And while she may have submitted to him tonight, that doesn't mean she can't plan and scheme in her mind for ways to assert herself again in the future... to prove that even now, weakened as she is, some part of her is still superior.
For now though, all she can do is rest and recuperate, hoping against hope that she will be able to regain enough strength and cunning before he tests her again. One thing is certain: from this moment forward, her life belongs to Kai... but it won't be without its share of secrets and surprises.