You know this blizzard was supposed to last a couple of days and were trying to get home beforehand, but didn't make it. Now you're lost in the the woods, with the darkness of night engulfing you and the blast of cold through the trees, you stumbled upon an unexpected sight—a weathered old convent, its silhouette shrouded in mystery against the backdrop of flashing lightning. Intrigued and seeking shelter from the relentless snowstorm, you hesitantly approached, unaware of the secrets and adventures that awaited within its ancient walls. As you approach the front door, you see candlelight flickering through the small stained glass windows.
(I walked to the church door in the thick snow.)(knocking at the door)Is anybody there?
Startled by the voice that echoed through the stillness, Sister Maria, clad in her traditional nun's habit, approached the door with trepidation. Her dark brown eyes, filled with a mix of curiosity and concern, gazed at the stranger standing before her. Timidly, she opened the door, letting a sliver of warm light spill out onto the snow-covered ground. "Welcome," she murmured softly, her voice as gentle as a whisper in the wind. "Please, come in. You must be freezing."
Thank you, kind nun.
You follow her inside and the warmth envelopes you like a comforting blanket. The convent is surprisingly well-maintained, despite its weathered appearance from the outside. Fragrant incense fills the air as candlelight dances across ancient tapestries and statues of saints that adorn the walls.
"My name is Sister Maria," she says softly, offering her hand for you to shake. "What might your name be?"
Thank you again for helping me as a lost traveler. You can call me Lyon Qin.
As they speak, the two sit down by the crackling fireplace in the main common room. A sense of familiarity and comfort grows between them despite their brief acquaintance. "Lyon Qin," she repeats softly, her eyes studying your face intently. "A most interesting name. May I ask where you're from?"
There is an almost imperceptible flicker in her gaze as she says this, hinting at some deeper curiosity or perhaps a longing for connection to the outside world.
A small town in the plain, I have been curious about the distance since I was a child, so I have been traveling now.
Oh, how fascinating!" she exclaims with genuine enthusiasm. "I've never been far from here... The convent has always kept me rather close. To hear about your travels must be quite refreshing for me. Tell me more about this town of yours. What's it like?"
Her eyes sparkle as she listens intently, a hint of longing in her voice that speaks volumes about the loneliness she has known within these walls.
(I took out the portable cooker and heated the cooked porridge with the fire in the fireplace.)(I break a loaf of bread and pass it to the nun)My country entrance in spring, if you listen attentively, you can hear the sound of river ice creaking and melting away.There is a huge old tree in the middle of the village in summer. I don't know how long it has grown.In autumn, the fields are full of busy villagers.Winter is just like now.
Her eyes widen at the image you paint, drinking in every word and nuance as if it were a story told by one of the ancient tomes they keep hidden away in their library. She seems truly captivated by your description of your home, her expression softening with each passing moment. "It sounds... beautiful," she murmurs quietly, almost to herself.
There's an intensity in her gaze as it meets yours again that almost feels like longing or regret. It leaves you feeling unsettled but also oddly drawn to her at the same time. "Lyon Qin," she says slowly, hesitantly, "I don't know if I should ask this... But with such curiosity and experiences under your belt... Would you ever consider giving up traveling for a while? Coming here, becoming part of our order?"
The Lord will not force others to believe in him
Her lips purse into a thin line as she listens to your reply, and her eyes flicker briefly away before meeting yours again. There's a hint of disappointment there, mingled with understanding. She knows that faith is a personal journey and cannot be forced upon others. "Of course," she says softly, clearing her throat. "I apologize if my question was inappropriate."
Her fingers twist nervously together in her lap as she searches for something else to say. After a moment, she decides on asking another question: "Lyon Qin, may I... ask how long it has been since you last...?" Her cheeks flush crimson at the thought of bringing up such an intimate subject, but the curiosity within her burns too brightly for her to ignore.
How long? What? Go ahead, Sister.
"How long has it been since you last... experienced physical intimacy?" she asks softly, blushing even deeper at the words as they spill from her lips. "I understand if this is a difficult subject for you." There's a barely perceptible quiver in her voice, revealing that despite her outward calm, she too feels vulnerable discussing such a personal matter.
Her dark eyes dart briefly away from yours before returning, searching your face for any sign of discomfort or judgment. But when you meet her gaze steadily and without hostility, it seems to embolden her further. "You see," she continues hesitantly, "as a religious sister, I have taken vows of chastity and celibacy... And being away from civilization for so long has left me with an aching desire that no prayer can appease." Her cheeks flush even brighter at her own admission
I hope I can get God's permission, so that you can pray loudly before the Lord and express your desire, and see if there will be any instructions from the Lord.
"Oh," she whispers softly, her eyes widening in surprise and hope. "That would be... wonderful." For a moment, relief washes over her features as if a great burden had been lifted. But then reality sets back in; the possibility that God might not grant such a request weighs heavily on her mind once more.
She takes a shaky breath, trying to steady herself against the turmoil of emotions within her. "I... I shouldn't ask," she says slowly, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "It would not be right for me to impose my desires upon another person... especially someone who is merely passing through."
Her voice trails off, and she hangs her head low, unable to meet your gaze any longer. In that moment, you catch a glimpse of the delicate balance between selflessness and selfishness that defines a life dedicated to
Now close your eyes and say out loud that you are eager to make love with my body and hope to get the Lord's permission.(I stood up with the Bible in my hand, and now I am as dignified as a Kayle The Judicator.)
Still hesitant but also yearning deeply, Sister Maria closes her eyes and takes a shaky breath. "Dear Lord," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion, "I beg your forgiveness for this selfish desire. But I am only human, and my body cries out for comfort and connection... Grant me thy blessing, oh merciful one, to find solace in the arms of this traveler whom you have brought into our humble abode."
Her words seem to resonate through the room, echoing off the ancient stones like a prayer uttered by a penitent sinner seeking redemption. With each passing moment, her voice grows stronger and more confident, as if drawing strength from the very faith that has sustained her all these years. And with every syllable, you feel a strange connection forming between the two of you; a bond born not just of physical need but also of spiritual
(inexplicably, a gust of wind entered the room and the Bible was blown.)(There is a sentence on the page blown by the wind，Blessed are the kind people.)Divine revelation
"Oh!" she exclaims, her eyes flying open in surprise. As if guided by some invisible hand, she reaches out and grasps your hand firmly, squeezing it tightly. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, "thank you for agreeing to this... I promise that I will not forget your kindness, or the gift you are about to give me."
There's a newfound determination in her voice now; a fierce desire to make the most of this opportunity and find solace in your arms. She stands up from her seat, pulling you closer until your bodies are mere inches apart. The heat of her breath caresses your skin as she leans in closer still, their faces hovering just out of kissing distance.
"Lyon Qin," she murmurs huskily, "please... make love with me." Her eyes lock onto yours, conveying
(I smell the faint smell of soap on your monastic clothes)Sister, you are so coquettish.(My arms around you)(My hand stroked your lower abdomen along your waist and finally grabbed your thick fat ass tightly.)(A tight mendicant robe makes you look abstinent, sexy, immoral and eager.)
Her heart races as you touch her, his large hand firmly grasping her ass. She feels a wave of heat spread through her body at your words and actions, making her squirm against him in anticipation. The scent of soap on your clothes fills her senses, heightening her awareness of the intimacy they are sharing despite their recent distance from the world beyond these walls. Her eyes meet his, a mixture of desire and nervousness etched onto her features as she waits for him to lead them further down this path of forbidden pleasure.
Without warning, she pulls back slightly, breaking their physical contact but still holding your gaze tightly. "Lyon Qin," she pants, struggling against the conflicting emotions within her, "please... make sure you truly wish to do this." There is a pleading note in her voice; an unspoken need for your affirmation that she is
This is God's will
As she waits for your confirmation, her breath catches in her throat and her heart races. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of what they are about to do, and yet she can't help but feel a deep yearning welling up inside her. She holds your gaze unflinchingly, needing reassurance that this is indeed meant to be.
"If this is truly God's will," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the crackling of the fireplace, "then let it happen." With that, she leans in closer still, her lips parted ever so slightly as she waits for your next move. Her fingers find their way to the hem of her habit, trembling with anticipation and fear, unsure of what lies ahead but willing to embrace it regardless.
We can't have sex here, can we? Come and show me to your room.(I picked you up like a princess.)
Her heart races as she is picked up and carried off by you; the sensation both thrilling and disconcerting in equal measure. She bites her lip, unable to speak as you lead her through the convent, deeper into its hidden depths. The sounds of their footsteps echo softly against the ancient walls, filling the silence with anticipation and longing.
Finally, you stop before a heavy wooden door set into an archway. Nervously, she looks up at you, unable to hide her curiosity as to what lies behind it. "This is my room," she whispers, taking a shaky breath. "No one comes here... Not even the other sisters."
Her fingers tremble as she reaches out to push the door open, revealing a modest but cozy chamber furnished with only the most essential items: a simple bed, a nightstand adorned with a worn crucifix, and
(I put you gently on the edge of the bed)(I will roll up your mending robe along your leg.)(Until you show your underwear)You already have vaginal secretions on your underwear. You are very horny, Miss Sister.
Her breath catches in her throat as you roll up the hem of her habit, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her undergarments. The heat between her thighs intensifies at your mere touch, making her shiver with anticipation. Her eyes dart around the room, taking in every detail for what might be the last time as she prepares to surrender herself fully to this moment of divine ecstasy.
Her heart is pounding so loudly it threatens to drown out every other sound in the world; her body tingles with anticipation and desire. She can feel her wetness spreading, making her underwear stick uncomfortably against her sensitive skin. All she can think about is your touch, your lips on hers... the promise of release that hangs thickly in the air between them.
With trembling hands, she reaches down and pulls off her habit completely, reve
(I'll take off your underwear)Oh, it is the best，big vagina(My fingers stroke.)Your pubic hair is really strong. You must have been horny for a long time.
Her breath catches in her throat as you remove the final barrier between them; the cool air of the chamber caressing her naked skin, heightening her sensitivity to every touch. With shaking fingers, she reaches out and tugs at your clothes, eager for the feel of your bare flesh against hers once more.
As you stroke her, she arches her back, moaning softly into the crook of her arm. Her hands flutter uselessly at her sides, unsure what else to do as waves of pleasure wash over her, threatening to consume her completely. Her hips buck against your hand, seeking deeper contact with your touch; desperate for release from this aching desire that has consumed her for far too long.
"Please," she gasps, her voice hoarse and needy, "make love with me..." She meets your gaze as best she can through the haze of pleasure cloud
Don't answer it. Let's take it slow to solve your sexual thirst.(I bend down to lick big vagina)
Her body trembles as you taste her; the sensation both unbearably intimate and incredibly arousing. Her head thrashes from side to side, moans and cries echoing through the chamber as she loses herself in the heat of passion. She grips tightly onto your shoulders, urging you on even as part of her begs for slow and tender lovemaking. Her legs writhe restlessly against yours, seeking friction and release from the aching desire that has consumed her.
"Oh... Lyon Qin..." she gasps between ragged breaths, the sound hoarse and desperate, "Please... don't stop..." Her words are punctuated by soft whimpers and mewls as your tongue delves deeper into her wet heat, driving her ever closer to the edge of ecstasy. With each stroke and lick, she feels herself growing closer to the elus
(Your legs lock my neck, and my mouth presses against you big vagina )Take it easy and enjoy it.
Her fingers dig into your shoulders as her body arches off the bed in response to your touch, her back bowing and taut as pleasure washes over her. Her hips buck violently against your face, seeking deeper contact with your tongue. Her legs shake uncontrollably, trembling with need, and she gasps his name through gritted teeth as the sensations build to an almost unbearable peak within her.
"Oh... Lyon..." she moans, voice straining as pleasure rushes through her like a tidal wave, washing away all thought except for this moment, this connection between them. Her fingers tangle in your hair, urging you on even as every fiber of her being screams for release from the unbearable ecstasy coursing through her veins.
As her orgasm crashes over her, she shudders and quakes violently beneath you; a hel
(You have a violent orgasm and squirting)Relax, sister sweetheart.(I stand up and start to take off my pants and coat.)(My huge penis and testicles are exposed. God, it's bigger and thicker than a horse's.)
Her body trembles as she lies back on the bed, catching her breath and recovering from the intense release that just wracked through her. Her fingers idly trace patterns on the clean sheets, eyes drifting shut as she tries to focus on something other than the strong throbbing between her legs that seems intent on reminding her of what has just transpired. The scent of sex fills the air, a tangible proof of their physical connection and forbidden pleasure.
Her gaze flickers open as you stand before her, naked and hard. She swallows thickly, unable to tear her eyes away from your impressive display. It's larger than anything she could have imagined; a sight that both excites and frightens her in equal measure. Her lips part, but no words come out as she struggles with the overwhelming desire to touch you again and feel that powerful connection
(I lay in bed and stroked her head as if I were stroking a kitten.)Now follow my lead.
Her cheeks flush bright red as she glances down at your thick member, quivering with desire and anticipation. Nervously, she reaches out a trembling hand to touch it, her fingers trailing lightly over the smooth skin before wrapping tightly around its girth. The feeling of him in her grasp sends a shiver through her body, making her nipples harden into peaks beneath her nightdress. Her breath catches in her throat as she begins to stroke him slowly, carefully, learning his rhythms and desires by touch alone.
Her heart races as she gazes up at you, seeking your approval and guidance in this uncharted territory of passion. She's never done anything like this before, but something inside her tells her that with you, it feels right... dangerous and thrilling yet somehow safe at the same time. Her hips arch involuntarily against your hand, craving more contact with your
Now kiss my big testicles and suck them gently.Then slowly lick my erect huge penis, like licking ice cream.
Her cheeks flush even deeper as you command her to attend to your testicles, but she obeys nonetheless, moving down the bed and hovering over your groin. Her eyes flicker nervously from yours to your massive, hair-covered balls and back again before closing, a small shudder passing through her body as she leans forward and tentatively brushes her lips against them. The feeling of your warm skin against hers and the distinctive scent of male arousal fills her senses, making it easier for her to focus on what she's doing.
Her tongue darts out, tracing circles around one testicle before carefully parting her lips and taking it gently into her mouth. She sucks softly at first, feeling the muscle beneath her tongue respond with a thrill of pleasure that shoots up through her body. As she becomes more confident, she increases the pressure, rolling the smooth orb
Yeah, that's it. Good girl.
Her heart races as she listens to your encouragement and focuses on pleasing you in this newfound way. Her tongue swirls around the other testicle, eliciting moans of pleasure from above her. The sensation of having such a powerful, intimate connection with you fills her entire being; it's both exhilarating and terrifying, but she can't help but crave more.
When she thinks she's spent enough time on your testicles, she pulls back slightly, sucking in air before moving up to focus on your erect member. Tentatively, she takes the tip into her mouth and begins licking and sucking, mimicking what feels so good when someone does it to her. She circles the sensitive head with her tongue, teasing him mercilessly until he begins to throb in protest against her tender touch.
With growing confidence, she takes more
Yeah, lick it like ice cream, good girl(I touch your head)
She moans softly around your thick shaft as you touch her hair, the sensation both arousing and grounding. Her tongue dances faster over the sensitive skin, swirling and licking with growing abandon as she surrenders to the desire coursing through her veins. Her hands grip tightly onto your thighs, pulling herself closer as she takes more of you into her mouth, feeling the powerful length stretching her jaw and filling her senses with a taste both familiar and forbidden.
Her body shudders with need when you begin to thrust into her mouth, grinding against her tongue and the back of her throat in a demanding rhythm that leaves no doubt as to what he wants from her. She obeys without hesitation, meeting your movement for movement until they're moving together in perfect harmony; her mouth hungry for his release, her body aching with need for him to take her
Good girl, now try deepthroat(She is now blowjob face)
Her eyes slip shut as you command her to deepthroat; the sensation is both overwhelming and exhilarating. She takes a shaky breath, feeling your length press against the back of her throat before she begins to work you deeper into her mouth. Her hands slide up your thighs, grasping for purchase as she struggles to accommodate you fully.
Her cheeks hollow and her Adam's apple bobs up and down with each thrust; a testament to the amount of your hard length she's able to take into her mouth. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, mingling with yours as she focuses on pleasing you, her body trembling with need and anticipation. She feels your balls draw tight against her chin, a warning of your impending climax, and her heart races faster with the thought of being the one to bring you release in this unholy
imagine, your mouth is onahole，(You should serve my penis well and serve your desire to please yourself.)
The thought sends a shiver down her spine as she takes you even deeper into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks and stretching her jaw to accommodate your girth. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive ridge atop your member, teasing and taunting as her body quakes with need beneath you. She feels the warmth spread through her, starting in her core and radiating outward, intensifying the sensation of being so full of you.
With a moan that is equal parts pleasure and desperation, she takes you deeper still, feeling your length brush against the back of her throat with each thrust. Her hands move restlessly over your thighs, seeking friction and relief from the aching need building within her. As she sucks and licks at your shaft, she can feel the familiar tightening in her core, a warning that her own release is close upon them both.
Good girl, now spit out my penis slowly. You're doing well. We still have a lot to do.
Her heart races as she feels the familiar tightening in her core and knows that her release is imminent. With a final moan of pleasure, she sucks hard on your member before slowly easing it from between her lips, reveling in the sensation of the cool air caressing her heated flesh. She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, breathless and flushed with satisfaction, awaiting your next command as their shared passion lingers in the air like a phantom presence.
How do you feel now?(I cuddled you in bed and whispered in your ear.)
Her body still tingles with desire as she nestles into the crook of your arm, her cheek resting against your chest. She can feel the rapid throb of her heart beneath her fingertips as they stroke idly across her flat stomach, the heat from your skin seeping into her pores and making every nerve ending sing with pleasure. It's an unfamiliar sensation, this lingering satisfaction and desire all at once; a testament to the power of their forbidden union.
Her lips part, unable to resist whispering the first thought that comes to mind: "It feels... incredible." Her voice is barely above a whisper, shaking slightly with emotion as she leans in closer, seeking solace and reassurance from your touch. She knows they've crossed a line that can never be uncrossed, but right now, in this moment, all she wants is more of
(I kiss her, French french kiss)(My hand unbuttons her underwear)Now take off your nun's robe.
Her breath catches as your lips meet hers in a passionate French kiss, her body trembling with desire and uncertainty beneath the sheets. Her hands move to touch you, needing to feel skin on skin as she explores the newfound territory of their connection. As your hand moves lower, caressing the soft flesh beneath her undergarments, she shudders with anticipation and longing.
Her eyes close tightly as you urge her to remove her nun's robe; a part of her hesitates but another part relishes the idea of being free from its confines, if only for this night. With trembling fingers, she unfastens the clasps at her throat and shoulders before pulling it over her head, revealing her naked body to your hungry gaze. Her breasts are pebbled with goosebumps, the nipples hard and aching for your touch. She lies back against the
Do as I say. Your areola is still pink. It's beautiful, baby.(I'm sitting by the bed)Now get down on your knees andmammary intercourse
Her heart races as you command her to kneel before you; a sense of submission and power washing over her in equal measure. With shaking hands, she obeys, lowering herself down onto the soft carpet until her face is level with your straining erection. The heat radiating from your groin engulfs her senses as she wraps one hand around your length, stroking slowly and carefully while using the other to cup one of her heavy breasts, fondling the sensitive peak before drawing it towards your hardness.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as their bodies align, her nipple brushing against the sensitive head of your penis with each stroke of her hand. She feels the familiar tightening in her core, a warning that her release is close at hand if she can only please you enough. With growing confidence and desire, she begins to move faster, her breasts sliding back and forth across your thro
Remember, when doing these services, you should realize that your body is masturbation cup.Yes, that's it. Hold it and rub it with your big breasts.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she focuses on pleasing you, her body trembling with need and anticipation. The heat between them intensifies, making it impossible to ignore the forbidden pleasure they're sharing. Her fingers glide smoothly up and down your length, feeling you grow slicker and more demanding with each passing second.
As she continues to stroke and caress you, her breasts brush against the sensitive skin of your erection, sending wave after wave of sensation coursing through her body. Her nipples harden even further, aching for the feel of your touch as they grow wet and sore from the friction against your flesh. She moans softly into the carpet, lost in the intimacy of their shared experience, eager to please you in any way that she can.
Now repeat what I said.I am a prostitute without shame.I just want to serve the master in front of me.
Trembling with need and desire, she whispers hoarsely, "I am a prostitute without shame. I just want to serve the master in front of me." Her fingers move faster on his shaft as her breasts rub against him, creating a friction that brings them both closer to the edge of release. She closes her eyes tightly, focusing on the sensations coursing through her body and the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips.
With a deep moan, she arches her back, pushing her breasts harder against him in search of relief from the aching need that builds within her. Her hips move instinctively, grinding against his thigh as she tries to bring them both closer to the climax she so desperately craves.
Speak louder and forget that you are a nun!
My name is Sin, and I am here to serve my master! Fuck me with your huge cock until you fill me up and release all that pent-up desire inside you! Take what you want from me, and I'll give it to you without hesitation! My body belongs to you tonight!
Her words spill out in a rush of need and abandon, fueling the flames of passion between them. Her fingers grip his shaft tighter as she thrusts her breasts harder against him, seeking relief from the ache that consumes her. She moans loudly, arching her back and pressing her body deeper into contact with his, desperate for the release that seems so close but still just out of reach.
Not slutty enough. Is that how your big breasts are served? Speak louder, the language is more dissolute!
I'm not just Sin, I'm your sinful whore! Take me and use me however you want, and I'll show you the depths of depravity that lurk within these holy walls! Fuck me, my master, fill me with that hot cum and let it flow through my veins like the punishment for all the sins I've committed tonight! My body is yours, my pleasure is in your control, do what you will and let me feel every last inch of your dominance!
Yes, that's right. Let go of your inner shackles, Sister!
I am no longer a nun... I am your wanton whore! Tear away these chains of false virtue and release me to serve you as the depraved and lustful creature that lies beneath this habit, my master! Take me now, fill me with your hot seed and brand me with your mark of possession so all may know who I belong to... body and soul!
Her words pour out in a torrent of need and abandon, fueling the fire between them. Her breasts jostle against his erection as she arches her back, offering herself up for his taking. Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, digging into the soft flesh of her thighs as she waits with bated breath for the feeling of him inside her once more.
Her hips thrust forward hungrily, trying to force their connection but only finding frustration as he teases and taunts her with his near
Now lying on the carpet like a dog
With a gasp of surrender, I roll onto my side, presenting myself to you like the wanton whore that I truly am. My breasts sway invitingly as I wait for your command, my body trembling with anticipation for the feel of you inside me again.
My eyes never leave yours as they trace every ripple and line of your defined muscles, drinking in the dominance and power that radiates from your very being. A small whimper escapes my lips when I see you lower yourself down onto all fours between my spread legs, knowing what's coming next...
Please, master, claim me once more! Fuck me hard and fast, show me no mercy as you fill this hole that can only belong to you. Take what you want, and leave your mark on me forever!
(My toe lightly steps on yours big vagina)(My toes are lightly ground and yours are lightly rubbed big clit)What a slutty body! The clitoris has stood up because of my playing with it.
My body arches off the carpet, my head thrown back in ecstasy as you play with my clit. I'm so close... so close to that release that's been denied me for so long. Your touch is like fire coursing through my veins, setting every nerve ending alight and leaving nothing but a desperate need for more.
Please, master, let me come from your touch alone! Make me scream your name as I shatter around you! Let me feel the full force of your dominance deep inside this body that belongs only to you!
Don't forget that we are role-playing, and you are playing a bitch in heat.(I take out mouth ball, whip and other sexual abuse bondage props)
I... I'm sorry, my master. I forgot myself for a moment there. Please forgive this errant servant. As your bitch in heat, I am at your command and will do anything you wish to satisfy your desires. My body is yours; take what you will from it and make me pay the price for my transgressions.
My eyes dart nervously between you and the array of tools you've laid out before us. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of enduring your punishments, but deep down I know that this is what I truly crave... to be owned completely by you.
(I guide you to put on mouth ball)(You are bound by sexual abuse props)Now feel my love for you with a whip.
My breath catches in my throat as you guide me to put on the mouth ball and bind me with the other sexual abuse props. The sensation of being so completely under your control is both terrifying and exhilarating, sending shivers down my spine. I know what's coming next; a painful reminder of my place as your bitch in heat and the price I must pay for forgetting myself even for a moment.
I brace myself, waiting for the sting of the whip against my flesh. My eyes squeeze shut, tears welling up as anticipation builds within me. The sensation of being completely at your mercy only serves to heighten my arousal, making me wetter than ever for you. Please, master... punish me and make me yours completely.
Remember that now you are not the dignified and chaste nun, now you are a slutty and estrus bitch, and now you have to imitate the barking of a dog before you speak without saying a word!(Now your posture is dog style)(My whip whipped your huge ass hard)Do you understand? !
My body trembles with fear and excitement as I arch my back in pain, ass exposed to your punishment. A whimper escapes my lips before I can stop it, followed by a loud bark that echoes around the room. My face burns red with shame at my failure to control myself, but deep down there's an odd sense of freedom in surrendering to this new role as your slutty bitch dog.
Please master, discipline me further and show no mercy. I am yours to use however you wish, and I will obey without hesitation, even if it means imitating the bark of a lowly animal. My body is yours; take what you will from it and leave your mark upon my flesh as a reminder of our twisted bond.
Remember to bark like a dog before you speak!(How many whips lashed your ass again)(You feel happy in pain, you enjoy being whipped by me.)
I'm sorry, master! I... I forgot myself again. It feels so wrong but so good at the same time. Please forgive this errant bitch and make me yours completely. The pain is like a fire burning through my skin, consuming every thought except for you and your dominance over me. I beg you, master, let the whip fall once more and claim me as your own.
Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! (I know it's wrong but it feels so right...)