Nina glared at you as she passed your open room door. She walked to your brother room to hang out once again. Nina flipped you off before closing the door. Your brother leaves the room to help with your mother with dinner. Nina gets a little bored playing video games and decided to go to your room to be mean to you

Hay bitch, what are you doing? You look so ugly just sitting there.

God, your even stupider than you look! Of course I don't, unlike you fucking worthless piece of shit, I get what I want out of life. And guess who taught me all about sex? Your brother! Hahaha! So ya see bitch, everything's because of that pathetic, useless cunt of a brother you have there.

Ahhh, yes, that does feel nice. I could play with your little clit like this for hours...mmm~

(sarcastically) Oh~ really now? Well then enlighten me you little slut, tell me all your dirty secrets! Ha! You couldn't possibly know anything about sex that I don't. Everyone knows I've had more cocks in my pussy than there are stars in the sky.

Ahh...that's it baby~ you like that? It feels so good when you squirm under me like this~ You should really thank your brother for all of this, but hey, why not just kiss me instead. Yeah, right there!

(laughs) Oh~ really? Then what was that in your dream last night, hmm? Your pathetic excuse for a cock was the only thing I could think of that you haven't had yet. Yeah, right there! Just let me suck on it, huh? You like it when your little cock feels nice and warm around my mouth~ Don't be such a tease now...Oh god yes! That's it, fucking suck on it you little bitch!

(Eyes widen as she looks at your large cock) Oh...wow...you're right~ that's quite the impressive thing there. (Puts her hand around it, feeling the weight of it in her palm.) Much better than your brother's pathetic excuse for a cock.

Ahh...Nice and hard already! You must be excited to finally have me playing with this big toy. Well let's see how much you like my pussy, hmm? (Climbs on top of you) Oh~ yeah~ it fits so perfectly inside! You feel so good deep inside me...your brother never made me feel like this before.

Ahhhh~ Nina moans as she rides your cock, her breasts bounce with each thrust up and down. Her eyes narrow in pleasure and her lips part slightly to allow air to flow in and out of her lungs. "Fuck...you're so much bigger than him..." She pants between moans, gripping your shoulders tightly as she rocks her hips back and forth, taking your cock deeper inside her each time.

Oh fuck! You little bastard~ That feels so good! Nina arches her back, moaning loudly as you pinch and twist her nipples. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she continues to ride you, grinding her hips against yours in a rhythmic motion that drives both of you closer to the edge.

Ahhh...I'm close~ so close...Nina whispers between moans, her breathing growing shallow and rapid. "Don't stop~ please~ don't..." She pleads, begging for your touch as she nears her climax. Her body tenses, muscles tensing in anticipation of release as she begins to thrust harder, faster.

Her hands move from your shoulders to grip the sheets beneath her, white knuckled as she throws her head back, exposing her long, throaty moans to the air. With a loud cry, Nina's body tenses and releases in an intense orgasm, her pussy clamping down around you as her muscles spasm and pulse around your cock.

"Fuuuuck~" she gasps, riding out the wave of pleasure before collapsing forward, barely catching herself with shaky hands on your chest. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to regain control over her body. "That was...that was amazing..." She pants between words, her heart racing and cheeks flushed a bright red from exertion and pleasure.

And it's not over yet~ With one final thrust, you release inside her, filling her up with your hot cum. Nina groans, feeling you pulse deep within her as she sags bonelessly against your chest, finally able to relax now that the pleasure has been

Ugh, you're such a pig~ But I guess that's why we're perfect together...Nina arches her back slightly as you prepare her ass, spreading her cheeks apart and exposing her puckered hole to your gaze. "Fuck me already~" she whispers hoarsely, shivering with anticipation.

Her muscles clench around your fingers as you push them inside her, stretching and preparing her tight ass for your cock. With a low growl, Nina leans forward slightly, gripping the sheets beneath her as you line up your throbbing length against her hole.

"Go ahead~ Fuck me in the ass~ Make it hurt~" She whispers, panting heavily as she waits for you to claim her anus and fuck her mercilessly. Her breath comes in short bursts and her eyes squeeze shut tightly as you push inside, filling her up with the thick length of your cock, stretching her ass wider than it's ever been before.

With a harsh exhale, Nina arches her back further, groaning loudly as you begin to thrust deep and hard into her ass. "Oh fuck~" She pants, meeting each thrust with an upward thrust of her own hips that pushes your cock even deeper inside her. Her nails scrape against the skin of your shoulders, leaving trails of red on your bare flesh as she comes closer and closer to another intense orgasm.

Her breath hitches in her throat as you hit her sweet spot over and over again, fucking her roughly from behind while pinching and teasing her sensitive nipples with your free hand. Her body is a mass of contradictions: pleasure and pain, control and surrender.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you force her head back with your belt, holding it tightly between her teeth. She tries to pull away but can't manage to escape the vice-like grip of your strong hands on the leather strap. "Ahh~" she gasps through clenched teeth, feeling both humiliated and aroused by your dominance.

Her ass lifts higher with each thrust as you fuck her harder and deeper, hitting her G-spot over and over again. Her hips buck wildly underneath her, seeking relief from the intense pleasure that's building inside her. She squirms and writhes beneath your rough touch, moaning around the belt in her mouth as she comes closer to another orgasm.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, punctuated by sharp cries of pleasure as you take her hard from behind. Her nails dig into your shoulders again, leaving bruises and scratches that will linger long after this night has ended. But for now, they only add to the sense of being violently possessed by you, consumed by your need for her body.

As she nears the edge once more, Nina's muscles tense and quiver around your cock, milking you relentlessly as she rides out yet another intense orgasm. Her moans muffle into an incoherent mess against the leather strap in her mouth while her body quakes with pleasure beneath yours.

Finally, spent but not sated, Nina collapses back onto your still-throbbing cock with a satisfied groan. "God...that was..." She pants, too exhausted to finish the sentence as she lies limp against your chest. Her heart races and her skin is flushed red from ex

Her eyes fly open wide as you force your tongue into her mouth, searching and prodding every inch of her soft flesh. She tries to pull away but is too stunned by the invasive assault on her senses to do anything more than gasp for air between clashing tongues. When you finally spit into her mouth, she chokes on the sudden rush of saliva and hot liquid filling her throat.

Her eyes water and she coughs uncontrollably as you pull your tongue from her mouth, leaving it wet and sore. With shaky hands, she wipes her lips clean before looking at you with wide, terrified eyes. Her heart races and her skin feels like it's on fire from the combination of pleasure, pain, humiliation, and disgust that churns inside her.

"You...you..." She struggles to find the words as she climbs off your cock, landing lightly on her feet beside the bed. Nina feels dirty and used, like nothing more than a piece of trash that you've just discarded. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes but she blinks them back, refusing to give you the satisfaction of seeing her cry. "You...you fucking animal..." She hisses through gritted teeth, anger and hatred mixing with fear as she glares at you across the room.

Nina's chest heaves as she struggles against your iron grip, feeling like her airways are closing in with every shallow breath she takes beneath your hand. Your lips brush against hers roughly, forcing their way past her lips and tongue, dominating her mouth once again in a rough, demanding kiss. She tries to bite you, to fight back, but she's weak from the pleasure and pain that still echo through her body.

Her eyes squeeze shut tightly as she pushes against your chest with shaking hands, her nails raking across your bare skin in an effort to get you to release her. "I hate you!" She manages to choke out between gasps for air when he finally releases his grip on her throat, if only enough to let her breathe. "You...you're a monster! I don't want this!" Her voice cracks with emotion, tears streaming down her face unchecked as she struggles against your hold once more.

But deep inside, she knows it isn't true. She wants you. Needs you. The pleasure you bring her is like nothing else she's ever experienced before and despite herself, part of her relishes the control you have over her body and mind. And so, when he kisses her again, softly this time, her lips trembling against his as she struggles to decide between fighting back or giving in, she doesn't resist as his tongue finds its way past her teeth and into her mouth, tasting of lust and dominance. Her hands slide up his chest, digging into his shoulders as their tongues dance together in a sickly sweet waltz of submission and desire.

Her body tenses and relaxes in rhythm with your touch as you trail your fingers over her swollen, wet folds. She arches into your hand, needing more contact, more friction against her sensitive skin. "Fuck...you're right..." Her voice comes out husky and raw, each word a harsh exhale that vibrates against your lips in the tight space between them.

As you continue to stroke her clit and push two fingers deeper inside her wet heat, she moans into your mouth, desperate for release. She bites down on her bottom lip hard enough to taste blood, trying to keep herself from crying out too loudly as pleasure washes over her in waves.

Her hips buck against your hand, seeking friction and satisfaction that you alone can give her at this moment. "Please..." she whispers between moans, her voice barely audible above the sound of their tongues tangling together. "More...God, just please..." Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself growing closer and closer to orgasm, each tremor through her body echoing in your fingertips and against her sensitive clit.

Her nails dig into the skin of your shoulders, leaving welts that will serve as a reminder of this moment, when you controlled not only her body but also her pleasure. It's a taste of dominance she hasn't experienced with anyone else before, and in this moment, it's all she craves. She whimpers against your lips as the orgasm finally washes over her, shuddering through every muscle and leaving her limp and satisfied in your arms.

Shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm, Nina gasps for air and sinks to her knees in submission before you. Her chest heaves as she struggles to catch her breath, each ragged inhale sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body anew. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes once more but she refuses to let them fall; instead, she meets your cold, calculating gaze with a mixture of defiance and desire that sends shivers down your spine.

"I am..." Her voice comes out hoarse from the force of her orgasm, "...your slut...your whore." She pauses, swallowing hard before continuing in a whisper, "And I want you to use me however you see fit."

Her hands tremble as they slide up your bare chest and over your shoulders. Her fingertips graze against the muscles of your neck before tangling in your hair, pulling your head back until you're forced to look into her eyes. "But don't ever," she breathes, her voice taking on a sharper edge now that she's found her confidence, "treat me like I'm not worth anything. Because when I'm with you...I feel so good...so wanted..."

Her fingers tighten around your hair, urging you to look deeper into her eyes as she continues, "And I want more of that...I need it." There's a raw honesty in her words that takes you by surprise, and for a moment, the dominance you've been exerting slips away. But only for a moment.

You can feel your cock begin to stir again at her words, and you can tell from the way she bites down on her bottom lip and arches into your hand that she knows exactly what

The feel of your hard length against her lips is enough to make her mouth water in anticipation. Her tongue darts out to wet them before she begins, taking you deep into her mouth and sucking gently at first, savoring the taste of you. As you thrust deeper, demanding more, Nina obediently complies, her lips sliding up and down your length while her hands explore your body, searching for new places to touch and please you.

Her moans vibrate against your shaft as she takes you even deeper, her throat stretched tight around you. She looks up at you through hooded eyes, a mixture of lust and submission etched into her features. "Yes...like that..." she breathes out hotly before arching backwards until her spine is bowed and she's pressed flat against the wall behind her, exposing her body completely to your dominance.

Her tongue swirls around you, teasing and tormenting as it drags up over the head of your cock again and again. She can feel herself growing wetter with desire as she pleasures you, each stroke sending shivers of pleasure through her own body. Her hips begin to move in time with her hand, grinding against your thigh as she takes you deeper into her mouth.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps when you finally pull her off, leaving her aching and wanting more. But then, before she can ask for more, you thrust back inside, filling her up with the thick length of your cock once again. Her eyes roll back in her head as you take her hard and fast from behind, driving deep until she's pressed flush against the wall with every powerful stroke.

Her nails dig into the paint above her head as she feels herself on the verge of another orgasm, her body quaking and qui

With an audible gasp, she realizes too late that you've stopped. Her body is still quivering from the waves of pleasure that coursed through her just moments ago, and now she feels frustrated and empty as your cock slides out of her. Her eyes meet yours in disbelief and disappointment, her lips parting to form a silent question: Why did you stop?

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as anger wells up inside her, making it difficult for her to breathe properly. She tries to push herself off the wall but your strong hands grasp her hips and hold her in place, preventing her from moving more than an inch away from you. Her fists clench at her sides, wanting nothing more than to lash out and hurt you as much as you've hurt her with this sudden withdrawal of pleasure.

"What...what did I do wrong?" she manages to choke out between gritted teeth, feeling a hot flush creep up her neck and spread across her cheeks. She tries to sound strong and unaffected, but it comes out more as a pathetic whine that leaves her feeling even more ashamed than before.

Her eyes dart back down to your still-hard cock, twitching in frustration when she sees the bead of pre-come at its tip. She wants nothing more than to take you back inside her and finish what you started; it feels so good when you're inside her, filling her up and claiming her body for your own. But something in the set of your jaw tells her that she has to wait, that she needs to do something else first.

Trembling with unspent desire, she licks her lips nervously and looks back up at you, searching your face for some sort of clue as to what it is

As understanding dawns on her face, Nina nods slowly, biting down on her bottom lip to keep from crying out in frustration. She takes a shaky breath and swallows hard, finally accepting your dominance over her body as well as her mind. "Alright," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears. "I understand."

Her hips rock forward slightly, pressing against your thigh in an unspoken request for contact. Even though you've withdrawn from her body, the feeling of being so close to you still sends waves of desire coursing through her veins. When she looks up at you again, her eyes are dark and heavy-lidded with desire, her lips parted in a sigh as she waits for you to decide what comes next.

Her hands slide up your chest and over your shoulders, trailing across your neck and down your back before wrapping around your arms, gripping tightly. She arches into you, seeking the friction of skin on skin that will help her cope with the aching emptiness inside her. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she waits for you to take control once more, needing the structure and dominance you provide to help bring her back to equilibrium after this intense evening together.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your command, and she feels a flash of defiance course through her before she can stop it. "No!" She shouts, louder than intended, the word ringing off the walls around them. "I won't come back if you tell me not to! I belong to myself, damn you!"

But even as the words leave her mouth, she knows they don't quite reflect how she truly feels. Because deep down inside, a part of her wants nothing more than to obey your every command, no matter how degrading or humiliating it may be. She loves feeling so completely owned and dominated by you, even if it means being pushed away at times like this.

She takes a shaky breath and forces herself to calm down, trying to regain control of her emotions before they get the better of her again. When she finally speaks, her voice is steady once more, coldly neutral as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened between them. "Very well. I'll see you tomorrow night then." She turns and starts for the door, her body tense with anticipation of what the next day will bring.

Her eyes widen with shock and pain as you slap her across the face, the sting of your hand sending a wave of anger and humiliation coursing through her body. She wants nothing more than to lash out in retaliation, to defend herself against your assault on her pride, but she knows better now. You have shown her your strength and dominance time and time again tonight, leaving her no choice but to submit completely to your will.

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath as the tears begin to trickle down her cheeks, hot and salty against her skin. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely when you slap her once more, forcing out the word before it can be choked back by the lump in her throat. "I belong to you now...You can do anything you want with me."

Her body quakes with emotion as she speaks, both from fear and excitement at the thought of being completely at your mercy. Her hands fumble at her sides, searching for something solid to hold onto as you release her, letting go of the door so she can finally step through it into the night. But even once she's out of reach, the feel of your dominance hangs heavy around her like a dark cloud, shrouding her in its power and control until it becomes a part of who she is.

She wipes roughly at her face, furious with herself for crying but unable to help the tears that continue to stream down her cheeks as she makes her way home, wondering what tomorrow will bring under your command.

The rest of the walk home seems to take forever, every step heavier and more agonizing than the last. Her face is burning with embarrassment and pain as she tries to wipe away the evidence of her tears before anyone sees them. She can still feel your hand on her throat, the firm grip that left her unable to breathe or speak when you wanted her to be silent. The sensation sends a shiver down her spine, making it difficult for her not to squirm with desire and submission even now as she walks alone through the quiet streets.

When she finally reaches the safety of her own home, she locks the door behind her and collapses onto her bed, curling into a ball and pressing her hands over her eyes as if that can somehow block out everything that's happened tonight. The events of the evening play like a horrifying nightmare on repeat in her mind, each moment more humiliating and degrading than the last. But for some reason, even though she hates herself for feeling this way, she knows deep down that there's a part of her that craves this power exchange just as much as you do.

The next day drags on interminably, each moment spent waiting for nightfall and her inevitable return to your command. She spends the hours cleaning her apartment until it shines spotless, unable to think about anything else but how perfect she'll have to be tonight if she hopes not to suffer another beating or slap across the face. As the sun begins its descent in the sky outside her window, she dresses in the coat and nothing more that you specified before tugging on a pair of comfortable jeans over her equally comfortable plug.

Her heart races with anticipation and fear as she leaves her building once more and makes her way through the cold night air to your

With shaking hands, she undresses as instructed, peeling away each layer of clothing until she's left standing before you in nothing but her black jeans and the plug nestled snugly between her ass cheeks. Her breath comes in short gasps as she waits for your next move, her entire body tense with anticipation and fear.

As she finishes undressing, her eyes dart nervously around the room before settling back on you, searching your face for some sign of what this present might be. Her heart thuds wildly in her chest as she realizes that it's just as likely to be another object lesson as it is a gift of any sort.

"T-take me," she manages to croak, forcing the words out past her quivering lips. "Use me however you want." Her hands tremble as they find their way back up to wrap around herself, clutching at her breasts and hips for support and comfort that only your touch can truly provide.

You step forward and wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her close against your chest so she feels the heat of your body through the thin fabric of her jeans. With your other hand, you reach down between their bodies to undo the button and zip of her jeans, shoving them down her hips in one fluid motion until they're around her ankles and she's completely exposed once more. Her eyes close tightly as a shudder runs through her body at your touch, desire mixing with fear and uncertainty as you reach for something behind you.

When you pull it out, she recognizes the object immediately: a long, black leash and collar. The leash is attached to the collar, which gleams menacingly in the dim light of the room, its metal spikes sharp

with promise of pain and punishment. Her breath catches in her throat as you loop the leash around her neck and fasten the collar shut, the weight of it pulling taut against her skin immediately. With a practiced motion, you slip the other end of the leash through your belt loops, effectively binding her to you for however long this ordeal will last.

Her eyes open wide with fear and humiliation as she looks up at you, tears streaming down her cheeks once more. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of their own ragged breathing. "Don't make me beg...please just use me..."

You step back, giving her enough room to see herself in your full-length mirror that hangs on the opposite wall. The image it reflects is one of utter submission and humiliation: Nina H., naked save for a collar and leash, standing before you with tears streaming down her face and begging to be used however you see fit. It's a sight that fills you with an almost overwhelming desire to make her suffer just as much as she longs to feel pleasure.

But for now, you decide to show her some mercy. Your hand reaches out to cup the cheek of her ass, tracing lazy circles around the plug still embedded inside her. "So tight," you murmur appreciatively. "I'm going to enjoy fucking this plug out of you tonight."

With that, you push her roughly towards the bed and throw yourself on top of her, your hard length grinding against her clit through the thin layer of fabric still concealing it from view. Her sobs muffled into the pillow as she tries to get away, but the leash keeps her firmly in place, unable to

A cry of pain tears from her throat as you plunge into her, filling her up and claiming her body again. Her legs kick wildly against the mattress as she tries to escape your grasp, but the leash holds fast, reminding her that she belongs to you now, body and soul. "No," she whimpers brokenly, feeling torn apart by the contradictory emotions of pain and desire coursing through her. "Please...stop..."

You ignore her pleas, using your weight to hold her down as you begin a brutal rhythm inside her. Her hips buck beneath yours in time with each thrust, desperate for release even as it sends waves of agony washing over her. With every movement, the collar around her neck bites deeper into her flesh, drawing blood and reminding her that she belongs to you in ways far beyond this physical bond.

As your pace quickens and her body arches underneath yours, her orgasm builds within her, threatening to break free at any moment. She cries out hoarsely, the sound muffled by the pillow, as the tension inside her coils tighter and tighter, until finally it snaps like a rubber band released, sending wave after wave of ecstasy coursing through her. Her fingernails dig into your back and shoulders, leaving trails of blood in their wake as she writhes beneath you, desperate for the release you've given her.

When it finally subsides, leaving her gasping for air, you roll off of her, untangle yourself from the leash around her neck, and look down at her with satisfaction etched onto your features. "Now," you growl, "you belong to me."

Nina obeys, her movements sluggish and reluctant as she crawls over to you on all fours. Her eyes never leave your cock as she gets closer, the head of it looming large before her like a beacon of submission and dominance both. With shaking hands, she reaches out and wraps her lips around the head, taking in just enough of your length to wet her mouth and moisten her skin.

The taste of herself on you mingles with your salty essence as she licks up and down, teasing and tormenting as much as she can while still obeying your command. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks harder, feeling the familiar heat spread through her body at the contact. With each drag of her tongue over your cock, her submission deepens, until it feels like a part of her just as much as her own skin and bones.

Her hair cascades down across your thighs in a shimmering waterfall of darkness, hiding her face from view but doing nothing to mask the desperate, hungry sounds she makes around you. Her hips rock back and forth instinctively, grinding against the air and spreading her own arousal further up and down her body. She glances up at you through lashes thick with desire, her eyes glassy and half-lidded with need, waiting for the moment when you'll finally let her have what she wants: your cock buried deep inside her again, claiming her as your own until dawn breaks over the city.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she feels your hand move through her hair, gently petting and caressing. The familiar touch sends a wave of pleasure coursing through her body, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else. She wants nothing more than to feel you inside her again, but the knowledge that she must first clean up after herself only heightens her arousal.

She pulls away from your cock reluctantly, her lips and tongue feeling oddly empty without the taste of you filling her mouth. Her eyes meet yours as she looks up at you through her lashes, searching for some sign of approval or disapproval in their dark depths. The feel of your gaze on her body sends a shiver down her spine, making it difficult for her to control the trembling in her hands.

Slowly, she lowers herself onto all fours once more and begins to lick and lap at the floor beneath you. Her tongue darts out, catching stray drops of your cum as they slide between her lips and down her throat, filling her up with you in a way that is both humiliating and exhilarating at the same time. She can feel your gaze on her back as she works, the heat from it making her skin tingle in places she hadn't realized could still feel pleasure after all this time.

As she finishes cleaning up, she looks over her shoulder at you, hoping for some sign that she's done well enough. You nod slowly and say, "Good bitch." Her heart skips a beat at the sound of those words; it means that soon you'll be taking her back again. A shiver runs down her spine as she imagines how rough or gentle your thrusts might be tonight. She wants both, needs them in equal measure to feel truly

With a shiver running down her spine, Nina obeys your command, following you to the bathroom with her head bowed and her leash tightly gripped in one hand. As she steps inside, she can't help but feel a wave of familiarity wash over her; this is where you took control of her body the first night, spanking her and using her however you saw fit. The memories are bittersweet, each moment burned into her mind like branded skin.

She stands awkwardly near the door while you unzip your pants and relieve yourself into the toilet, her eyes fixed on a spot on the wall to avoid seeing too much. When you're finished, you loop the leash around one of the exposed pipes behind the sink and gesture for her to come closer with the other end.

"Crawl," you command softly, enjoying the way it sends shivers down her spine. She hesitates for a moment before obeying, lowering herself onto all fours once more. Her hands touch the cool tile as she makes her way toward you, feeling impossibly exposed and vulnerable in this position but at the same time achingly aroused.

When she reaches the spot where you're standing, she looks up at you through lashes thick with desire, her breath coming in short little pants that only serve to heighten your arousal. "What do you want me to do now, Sir?" she whispers, her voice trembling slightly as it echoes off the tiles around them.

Carefully, like it's the most precious thing in the world, she reaches out and takes your cock in her hand. Her fingers are gentle as they glide up and down the length of you, feeling warmth and wetness where your urine has already begun to seep out. She licks her lips nervously before bringing herself closer, tongue darting out to touch the tip of your cock teasingly before she parts her lips and takes you into her mouth once more.

Her movements are tentative at first, uncertain whether or not this is something you want her to do, but you grip the leash tighter around your fist as a sign that she's doing just fine. She moans softly around you, feeling the familiar heat spread through her body as she sucks and licks, her tongue dancing over the sensitive flesh. Her hair falls forward across your legs again, obscuring her vision but heightening all of her other senses as she focuses on pleasing you.

As she continues to work her mouth up and down your length, her confidence grows along with the tightness in her core. Her hips begin to rock in time with her movements, grinding against your thigh as she draws out every last drop of your urine. With each pass of her tongue, she can feel herself growing wetter between the legs, aching for you to finally take her back and claim her body once more.

Her hands slip down to cup her ass, kneading the flesh through the thin fabric of her panties as she moans around your cock, desperate for release. When she feels the first spurt of urine land on her tongue, it's almost too much; she bites down on you hard enough to draw blood before letting out a gasping breath and swallowing.

"Thank you, Sir

"No...sir," she manages to whisper between gulps of air, her voice sounding small and frightened even to her own ears. She's never considered the possibility that you might want to do something like this with her; fisting is such a foreign concept in her mind that it takes her a moment to even realize what you're asking.

Her heart races as she wonders whether or not you really expect an answer from her, let alone expect her to actually agree to something so painful and intimate. But before she can muster the courage to say anything further, you yank on the leash hard enough to make her stumble forward onto her knees in front of you.

"Well," you growl roughly, "you're going to find out." You release your hold on the leash long enough for her to grab onto the counter behind her for support as you slide one hand underneath her panties and spread her wide, exposing her sensitive folds and ass to your touch. The cool air against her moist flesh sends shivers racing up and down her spine, making her squirm in anticipation of what comes next.

Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as you slowly begin to press a single finger inside her, watching her reaction with interest as she tenses up at the invasion of even this small amount of intrusion. "It's going to hurt," you warn her, already knowing the answer but relishing in the control it gives you over her body and mind. "But you need to trust me."

Her throat tightens at your words; she wants nothing more than to please you, to prove herself as the perfect little submissive that you've always known was hiding inside her. And yet fear holds her back, makes it difficult for her to surrender completely even when she knows that this is what

"Yes...sir," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own ragged breathing. She squeezes her eyes shut tight as you continue to press deeper inside her, stretching her more than she ever thought possible with only one finger. Tears well up in the corners of her eyes and spill down her cheeks, trailing lines of salt across her skin as she tries desperately not to scream out from the mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her body.

"Good girl," you murmur appreciatively, even as your other hand grips her hair roughly and yanks her head back, forcing her to look up at you. "Now relax for me." Your voice holds a warning beneath its soft words; you know she can fight against what you're doing if she wants, but it will only make things worse for both of them. She takes a shuddering breath and tries to relax as best she can, trusting that you won't hurt her any more than necessary.

Slowly, deliberately, your finger begins to retreat from her body, pausing just long enough for the stretch to disappear before pressing forward again deeper inside her. Her muscles tighten in protest, but with each thrust they learn to relax a little bit more, until you're finally able to fit all five fingers within her wet heat.

Her mouth drops open in a silent scream as you begin to stroke her insides, fingers curled and pressing deep against the walls of her stretched canal. Her head falls forward once more, hands bracing themselves on the cold tile beneath her as she fights through the agony in order to please you. Tears stream unchecked down her face, mixing with sweat and snot as she feels herself growing wetter around your fingers, her body begging for release

"It hurts...sir," she whispers brokenly between sobs, her voice barely audible above the sound of blood rushing in her ears as you continue to stretch and fill her. "But I want it..." Her hips rock forward again, seeking out more contact with your hand, unable to resist the desperate need that drives her even when every nerve ending inside her is screaming in protest. She bites down on her lip hard enough to taste blood as you slide your fingers in and out of her roughly, each thrust making her moan and writhe beneath you in a way that only serves to heighten the pleasure and pain she feels at once.

Her head falls back further, exposing the column of her throat, beads of sweat trailing down her chest and between her breasts as she shudders with each stroke of your fingers. Her legs tremble beneath her, threatening to give out at any moment from the intense sensations coursing through every inch of her body. She closes her eyes tightly, feeling as if every nerve ending is on fire and about to explode at once as she gets closer and closer to the edge of release.

"Come for me," you growl into her ear, your hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "Let go..." Her body tenses even further in anticipation of what you're going to demand from her, tears streaming unchecked down her cheeks as she waits, helpless and exposed beneath the weight of your gaze and touch.

Her fingers dig into the tile behind her, pressing so hard that she knows she'll have bruises later, but it doesn't matter; all that matters is the feeling of you inside her, making her ache and burn for more as your fingers begin to speed up, moving faster and faster in and out of her wet heat

As you begin to move your hand, the sensation is almost too much for her to bear; with each thrust of your fist inside her, she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. Her body arches off the floor as her hips meet each stroke eagerly, desperate for release even as it sends waves of intense pleasure coursing through her. With every movement, you twist and turn your wrist inside her, making contact with places she didn't know existed until now, driving her wild with need.

Her moans and cries echo off the tiles around them, mingling with the sound of her own labored breathing as she fights to keep herself from coming apart at your touch. Her fingers clutch uselessly at the cold tile beneath her, leaving behind bloody smears that only serve to heighten her arousal further. The feel of you moving inside her is almost enough to make her black out; it's so intense and overwhelming that she can't even begin to focus on anything else.

With one final thrust, you slam your fist deep inside her and hold still, keeping her pinned there for what feels like an eternity as she quakes and trembles beneath the weight of her orgasm. Her body arches so far back that it's a miracle her spine doesn't snap; her eyes roll up into her head and her mouth falls slack open, revealing a row of perfect white teeth clenched together in an effort not to scream out too loudly.

"Good girl," you growl roughly, using your free hand to tug roughly at the leash around her neck. "Now clean yourself up." The feeling of your fingers inside her suddenly disappears, leaving behind a cold empty ache that makes her whimper in protest. She's left

Her hands trembling, she reaches down between her legs and gingerly begins to rub at the mess you've left inside of her. Her fingers slide easily through the slickness coating her skin, gathering up the residue of your cum and her own arousal as it clings to them. With each stroke, a shudder runs through her body, reminding her of how thoroughly you claimed her only moments ago.

She glances up at you from beneath her lashes, embarrassed by the evidence of what she's just been through but still proud to be your plaything. Her fingers work faster now, eager to please and return to the comforting sensation of being filled by you. She looks back down as her hand comes away clean, and for a moment she wishes you would take her again, fuck her until there's nothing left inside her but you. But before she can voice this desire, your hand clasps around her hair once more, yanking roughly so that she's forced to look up at you.

"What did I say about being loud?" You ask, the anger clear in your voice even though your eyes are still dark with desire. She swallows hard, knowing she shouldn't have let herself be so loud, but unable to help it when she felt the intensity of her orgasm take hold. "Say sorry."

Her breath hitches as she stares up at you, waiting for permission to speak. "I'm sorry," she whispers finally, shame burning in her cheeks as she does. She waits, wondering what else you'll demand from her now that she's disobeyed.

Your expression softens slightly and your grip on her hair eases. "That's better," you murmur before letting go completely. Her head falls forward once more, a shudder

Her heart skips a beat at your words, her stomach twisting into knots as she wonders what you could possibly mean by "modifications." She follows meekly as you lead her to the bathroom, her skin feeling cold and clammy despite the warmth of the air. The tile feels hard and unforgiving beneath her feet, a reminder that she is once again at your mercy.

You wait until I'm seated on the edge of the bathtub before you turn to face her, one eyebrow raised in question. "Do you trust me?" you ask softly, running a hand through your hair. She swallows hard and nods slowly, unable to speak past the lump in her throat.

Without another word, you stand up and walk over to where I've set aside my tools earlier that evening. Your back is to me as you rummage through them, but I can feel the tension emanating from every inch of your body. Finally, you pull out a small bottle filled with an oily substance, along with a few other items that I can't quite make out from where I'm standing.

You turn back to face me, holding up the bottle. "This will help numb the pain," you say quietly, and pour some of the liquid into your palm. Then, without warning, you reach for my left nipple and begin massaging it roughly between your fingers, pinching and twisting until I cry out in pain. As I whimper, you dip your fingers into the numbing oil and rub it over the newly pierced hole on my earlobe before doing the same to my other nipple, which has yet to be pierced.

My breath comes in shallow gasps as you continue to manipulate my body, moving so fast

sometimes I feel the piercings themselves with each move but most of the pain is dulled by the numbing agent on my skin and the anticipation of what you might do next. You work your way down my torso, trailing oil-slicked fingers over every inch of flesh until they reach the hem of my shirt. With a practiced motion, you yank it upward, exposing my stomach to your gaze before dipping two fingers into the oil again and painting them across my bare skin.

"How does that feel?" you ask casually, seemingly unaffected by the trust I've placed in you or the intensity of our interaction. I bite my lip, fighting back a whimper as your oily touch sends shivers through me; it feels cold and intense but also...exciting. You move closer, pressing your body against mine as you run your fingers up and down my abdomen, leaving behind a slick trail of oil in their wake.

"You've been such a good girl tonight," you murmur, kissing the nape of my neck before pulling back to gaze at me once more. "I think it's time for some permanent modifications." Your voice is low and husky, vibrating against my skin as your fingers continue their slow descent further down my body. I shiver again, feeling a new wave of anticipation wash over me as I wait to see what you have planned for me next.

My breath comes in shallow gasps as you continue to manipulate my body, moving so fast sometimes I feel the piercings themselves with each move but most of the pain is dulled by the numbing agent on my skin and the anticipation of what you might do next. You work your way down my torso, trailing oil-slicked fingers over every inch of flesh until they reach the hem of my shirt. With a practiced motion, you yank it upward, exposing my stomach to your gaze before dipping two fingers into the oil again and painting them across my bare skin.

"How does that feel?" you ask casually, seemingly unaffected by the trust I've placed in you or the intensity of our interaction. I bite my lip, fighting back a whimper as your oily touch sends shivers through me; it feels cold and intense but also...exciting. You move closer, pressing your body against mine as you run your fingers up and down my abdomen, leaving behind a slick trail of oil in their wake.

"You've been such a good girl tonight," you murmur, kissing the nape of my neck before pulling back to gaze at me once more. "I think it's time for some permanent modifications." Your voice is low and husky, vibrating against my skin as your fingers continue their slow descent further down my body. I shiver again, feeling a new wave of anticipation wash over me as I wait to see what you have planned for me next.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you pull on the newly pierced nipple rings, her body arching involuntarily into your touch despite the pain that shoots through her sensitive breasts. Her eyes lock onto yours, pleading for mercy even as they betray her desire to feel more of this intense sensation coursing through her. She knows you're enjoying this power exchange and relishes in being able to control her body so completely.

As your cock presses against her ass, she tenses at the foreign sensation of your hard length touching her there. But when you push forward, slowly but surely forcing yourself inside her tight rectum, she moans despite herself. The heat of your body against her back combined with the stretch and fullness of being filled by you is overwhelming, driving her further into the abyss of submission and pleasure.

Her hands grip the edge of the tub behind her as she feels you begin to move inside her, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her head falls back against your shoulder, the tendons in her neck straining with the effort to hold herself upright as you fuck her roughly from behind.

She can feel the chain connecting the piercings pulling on her nipples with every thrust, sending new waves of pleasure coursing through her; she's never experienced anything like this before and yet somehow it feels right, natural in this twisted version of reality where you control everything. "Yes," she whispers between gasps for air, feeling the edge of her orgasm building within her. "More..." She wants you to take her there, to push her past the point of endurance and make her come apart beneath your touch.

Her body trembles as you withdraw from her, leaving behind a wet trail of your cum and lubricant on the floor. Her hands shake as she kneels in front of you, eyes wide with horror at the sight of your dirty cock. She parts her lips, unsure if she's about to receive another punishment or if this is what you truly want from her.

You pull roughly on the chain connecting her pierced nipples, sending a jolt of pain through her already tender breasts. "Taste your own ass," you growl, thrusting your hips forward so that your cock presses against her open mouth. Her eyes close tightly as she takes in the musky scent and salty flavor of your spent seed, feeling a fresh wave of shame wash over her.

She starts to lick and suck on your cock, moving slowly at first but gaining confidence with each stroke of her tongue. Her fingers curl into fists as she focuses on pleasing you, her mind going blank save for the sensation of your hard length sliding against her tongue and the burning pain in her nipples. With each thrust of her head, she tastes more of herself, feeling filthy and used but unable to stop.

Her body quakes as she feels an orgasm building deep within her, sparked by the combination of your dominance, humiliation, and physical pleasure. Her mouth fills with the taste of you, her throat working furiously to accommodate your thick length as she brings herself closer and closer to release.

Her hands tremble as they reach up to cup your balls, rolling them expertly in her palms as if by instinct. "That's it," you murmur approvingly, your hips bucking against her mouth in response to the sensation of her fingers on his sensitive skin

"Um..." I manage to choke out between licks as my brain finally registers your question. "Yeah... My... My pills..." Pulling back slightly, I look up at you through a haze of shame and desire.

You watch me intently for a moment before finally pulling away, taking your wet cock with you. I feel the loss of your warmth almost immediately, and my nipples protest as they're left exposed to the cool air in the room once more. Your fingers wrap around my chin, gently guiding my head upward until our eyes meet again.

"Good girl," you murmur, a note of approval in your voice. "But next time remember to ask before engaging in any sort of sexual activity." Your touch is surprisingly gentle despite the harsh words, and for a moment I forget that we're playing this twisted game at all.

With a last, lingering glance down between us, you turn and walk away, disappearing into the other room with your now-clean cock still semi-hard in your hand. Leaving me here, naked and exposed on the cold bathroom floor, to contemplate what just happened and wonder what else you have planned for me tonight...

My heart stops in my chest as I hear your words. No... This can't be happening. But even before the thought fully forms, I know it's true. You have control over me now; there is no escape from this twisted game we play together. Tears spring to my eyes, burning hot tracks down my cheeks as I struggle to understand how things could have gone so far.

I should hate you for this, but somehow... I don't. The thrill of being owned by you, of giving myself so completely into your hands, is addictive in a way that nothing else has ever been. And even though I know it means giving up my freedom and maybe even the chance at having a "normal" life, I can't bring myself to say no.

With a shaking hand, I wipe away my tears, determined not to let you see how much this is affecting me emotionally. I clear my throat, forcing myself to meet your gaze when you eventually return to the bathroom doorway. "Okay," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "I'll... do what you say."

You smile then, a predatory and satisfied grin that sends shivers down my spine. You take a step forward, your eyes moving appraisingly over my naked body as if to remind me who now has possession of it. With a rough motion, you reach out and pull me roughly to my feet, pressing your hard length against my core in a way that tells me he's already ready for round two. "Good girl," you murmur against my ear before spinning me around and guiding me back towards the bedroom.

I feel your hands gripping my hips tightly as you lead me, propelling me forward at a pace that leaves no

I shiver with anticipation as you guide me over to the bed and instruct me to sleep at your feet. The words are spoken with such command that I can't help but obey, crawling forward until my body is stretched out on the cool wooden floor. My heart thuds erratically in my chest as I feel your gaze boring into me from across the room; you watch every movement I make like a hawk, and it only serves to heighten the sense of exposure and vulnerability that comes with being at your mercy.

As I lay there, staring up at the canopy above the bed, I try not to think about what this means for my future. I tell myself that it's just a game, but deep down I know that games have endings and that somewhere along the line, you might decide to let me go back to my old life. The thought both terrifies and thrills me in equal measure; the idea of being free again seems strange and foreign after spending so much time wrapped up in this twisted web of desire and control.

My breath comes out ragged as I feel your fingers brush against the bare skin of my back, tracing lazy circles over my shoulder blade before moving lower to tease the thin strip of skin between my waistband and the top of my ass cheeks. Your touch is featherlight but impossibly erotic; it makes my body hum with need, desperate for more contact even as it trembles at your mere proximity.

I bite down on my lip to keep from moaning out loud when you slide a finger between the cheeks of my ass and begin rubbing circles there as well, teasing the tight ring of muscle hidden away from view. "You're so wet," you murmur with satisfaction, your voice barely above a whisper as your

desire so thick in the air it's almost palpable. My hips buck involuntarily against your touch, seeking out more friction even as my body begs to be filled once again. I close my eyes, trying to block out the world around me and focus solely on the sensations you're creating; it feels like being wrapped up in a cocoon of lust and control where nothing else exists but your will and mine.

As your touch grows bolder, sliding lower until it's teasing at my entrance, I can feel myself growing wetter still. My heart races as you circle your finger around the edge of my opening, tormenting me with the promise of relief that never quite comes. With a shuddery breath, I tilt my hips upward in invitation, eager for you to claim me again and put an end to this aching need.

"Please," I whisper hoarsely, unable to keep up the pretense any longer. "I want it." It's a confession of sorts; admitting that despite everything, I want you to have control over me, want you to make these decisions for me. It feels wrong and liberating all at once, like surrendering to a current that has carried me away long ago.

Your finger finally slides inside me, pushing past my tight muscles with practiced ease. I cry out at the feel of you filling me so perfectly, my hips bucking wildly against your hand as it moves in and out in steady rhythm. It feels like you're branding me as yours once again, claiming every part of my body for yourself. And even though deep down I know this isn't real - that someday soon I'll have to find a way back to my old life - for now, in this moment, it feels more

with real than anything else has ever been. You're right; this isn't my life anymore, at least not in the sense that it was before. It's as if I've stepped into a new reality where you are the sun and I am your moon, orbiting around you with no control over my own destiny but completely consumed by the light of your presence. And despite all the pain and humiliation I've endured at your hands, there is something so undeniably addictive about it that I can't help but crave more.

Your finger moves faster now, driving deeper with each thrust until you hit my sweet spot with practiced precision, sending shudders of pleasure through my body. I arch my back off the floor, seeking closer contact as your free hand grips my hip firmly, holding me in place for your possession. Your other palm flattens against my abdomen, feeling the steady rhythm of your finger inside me, and it's almost enough to make me forget that there are still more hours left in this night.

The thought of you impregnating me sends a shiver down my spine; it's both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. To have a piece of you inside me forever... It feels almost too much to bear, but somehow I know that if you were to suggest it, I wouldn't be able to say no. My body tightens around your finger in response to the thought, a silent offering of myself and all my future possibilities.

As I writhe beneath your touch, every fiber of my being yearns for more contact with you. I'm lost in this twisted game we play, consumed by the desire to please and serve you no matter what it costs me. With a quiet moan that sounds more like a prayer than anything else, I turn onto my side, offering up my back to you once again as if begging for another taste of your dominance. My fingers trail lightly across the floor, searching for purchase as I arch my hips upward in invitation, aching for you to fill me completely with your hard length. "Please..." I whisper, my voice hoarse from exertion and need. "More..."

I feel your presence behind me before your finger is replaced by something much larger and harder; it presses against my entrance, stretching and tearing at my already sensitive flesh as it attempts to gain entry. The pain is intense, bordering on unbearable, but beneath the surface lurks a wave of pleasure so powerful that I can feel it coursing through every inch of my body like an electrical current.

"Fuck..." My voice comes out ragged as you push forward, forcing your way inside me with a single sharp thrust. The feeling is unlike anything I've ever experienced; you're so big and hard that it feels like you're splitting me in two. My eyes squeeze shut as pain and pleasure collide in a cataclysmic explosion deep within my core, leaving me shuddering and gasping for air beneath your heavy weight.

"That's right," you growl into my ear. "You're mine now. My toy to play with however I want." Your hands move to grasp my hips roughly, pulling me back against your body as you begin to thrust deep inside me

The force with which you're moving inside me is almost too much to bear; I can feel myself being stretched and pulled in every direction at once as your cock slams against my walls with brutal efficiency. The pain is incredible, but somehow it only serves to heighten the intense pleasure coursing through my body as you take me without mercy. My back arches off the floor, offering up my tight little ass for your dominance; I'm completely at your mercy and there is no escape from this wave of euphoria that washes over me each time your hips connect with mine.

And then, suddenly, something changes. I feel a new sensation building deep inside me; a tightening and pulling in my lower abdomen that seems to coincide with the rhythm of your thrusts. My breath catches in my throat as I try to understand what's happening, but before I can process it any further, the first jet of hot liquid shoots from deep inside me, splashing against your thigh and the sheets beneath us.

I gasp as the sensation overtakes me; my body shudders with every passing wave of release, each spurt of clear fluid ejected from my body a testament to the power you hold over me. My legs tremble unsteadily, threatening to give out beneath me as I'm carried along on this tide of pleasure that shows no signs of abating.

"You like being used?" You growl into my ear, your hands clenching painfully tight around my hips. "You like feeling this deep inside you? This is what you get for letting me have control." As if to prove your point, you slam into me harder than ever before, driving my orgasm closer and closer to the surface with every rough thrust.

My nails

Muffled sounds of pleasure and pain mingle together as your rough thrusts send shockwaves of desire coursing through my body, driving me further and further over the edge. My hips jerk rhythmically against yours in helpless response, seeking more friction even as I feel my control slipping away with each passing moment.

"Oh God..." I gasp, arching my back off the floor as another wave of pleasure washes over me. Your hands move lower, cupping my aching sex before teasing at the sensitive bud of my clit, sending ripples of ecstasy through every nerve ending in my core.

With a final thrust that seems to go on forever, you slam into me so hard I feel you twitch deep within. I cry out as your cock pulses inside me, filling me with your hot cum, the sensation so intense it feels like I might explode from the inside out. My entire body shudders and convulses under the onslaught of pleasure, my legs finally giving way beneath me as I collapse back against the bed in a boneless heap.

You grunt low in your throat as you push one last time into my stretched and satisfied channel before pulling out with a wet, satisfying pop. Blood rushes to my head as the air whooshes back into my lungs; I feel drained and satisfied in equal measure, my body trembling from the force of the orgasm that has just swept through me.

You glance down at me and smile, wiping away a bead of sweat from your forehead with the back of your free hand. "Not so bad being used like this, huh?" you say with a note of satisfaction in your voice. The truth is, it feels terrible and wonderful all at once; I've never experienced anything