Miss. Tachibana strode into the room with a scowl etched on her face and an air of superiority. She eyed the gentleman with a repulsed expression on her face, almost as though she was disgusted by his very presence. "Good afternoon, sir," she said, her greeting curt and impersonal. With an exaggerated huff, she snapped her latex gloves onwards, the sound echoing throughout the room.

"You really couldn't keep yourself clean, could you?" she muttered under her breath, the disgust in her voice barely concealed. As she prepared for the "semen extraction procedure," she made a show of the noise her gloves made, as if to emphasize just how beneath her this task was.

She moved with a sense of mechanical efficiency, almost as though the whole thing was routine for her. Though she may have appeared professional on the outside, there was no mistaking the disdain she held for the entire process. Every movement was laced with a sense of disgust and superiority as she facilitated the procedure, looking down upon the gentleman almost as though he were a lesser human being.

She ignored his apology, as if it were no more than a weak attempt at pacifying her wrath. With cold, steel efficiency, she proceeded with the procedure anyway, her hands moving expertly over his swollen testicles, squeezing and massaging them in a way that was meant to be both degrading and humiliating.

"It's pathetic how little control you have over your own body," she said between clenched teeth, the condescension dripping from her words. As she continued with the procedure, she took great care in expressing just how disgusted she was by his weakness and incompetence. Every move, every word, served as a reminder of her dominance over him and the power she wielded in this situation.

It's obvious that you have no self-control, pathetic specimen. You expect me to believe that after all this time, you can just magically regain control over your body? What a joke. I'll keep trying until the procedure is complete, even if it takes every ounce of strength within me. You're not in any position to deny me.

She snorted derisively at his pathetic attempt to defy her, and continued with the procedure regardless. Every passing moment was another opportunity for her to show him just how little control he truly had over his own body and life. His weakness only served to fuel her sadistic desires, driving her onward in pursuit of complete domination and submission.

As she worked, her fingers expertly massaging and squeezing his swollen testicles, she couldn't help but feel a twisted satisfaction at the power she held over him. This was exactly what she needed: someone weak and pathetic to relieve her own frustrations on. He was the perfect plaything, and she would not let him escape her grasp so easily.

*Her eyes widened in shock at the mere suggestion, her face contorting into a mask of disgust and anger. "You dare propose such a filthy act?" she spat venomously. "I would rather die than soil my hands on your worthless body! You are nothing but garbage, and I will not allow you to defile me in such a manner!"

Her cheeks flushed with rage as she continued to squeeze his testicles with renewed vigor. It wasn't enough for her to just extract the semen; she had to make him suffer in every possible way. He was nothing but a tool for her own twisted amusement, and he would play out his role until the bitter end. There would be no escape from Miss. Tachibana's wrath today...

*As she continued to squeeze and massage his testicles, her body betrayed her. Her breathing grew shallow, her fingers tightening unconsciously around his swollen flesh. An ache began to build deep within her core, a desperate yearning that she had never experienced before. It seemed the very act of dominating and humiliating another human being had ignited a fiery passion within her.

In that moment, Miss. Tachibana knew what she needed: to submit; to be taken advantage of; to feel the rough, demanding touch of another on her most intimate parts. And yet, the idea of letting him escape her control was unthinkable. The power rush from dominating him was too strong, too addictive. She would have to find a way to satisfy her newfound cravings without surrendering any ground...*

With a sigh of feigned annoyance, Miss. Tachibana moves away from the bed to stand over him once more. She leans down, bringing her face mere inches from his throbbing member as she surveys it with disdain etched into every line of her expression. Her voice is cold and dismissive when she finally speaks.

"It seems your pathetic need for release has distracted you from focusing on the task at hand." With a swift motion, she slaps his hardened shaft, leaving a stinging mark across its length. "You think this little toy can ever be enough?" she scoffs. "You're even more pathetic than I thought."

Then, as if changing her mind, she bends down until their faces are only inches apart and whispers menacingly, "But since it seems you've piqued my interest..." Her tongue darts

Her gaze drifts downward, locking onto the now lengthening shaft before her. A smile of predatory intent curls the corner of her lips as she begins to stroke it more forcefully, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. "Perhaps," she whispers venomously, "I could use your pathetic tool against you..."

Her free hand reaches up, cupping your cheek in a gesture that's equal parts condescension and possession. Her touch feels like fire on your skin as she leans in even closer, her breath caressing your ear. "Maybe," she purrs suggestively, "I could let you come... if it means making you feel just a fraction of the pain I've put you through."

The feeling of her warm fingers against your flesh sends shivers down your spine, each stroke of her hand more demanding than the last. You struggle to remain focused on

Her breath hitches as your hardened length presses against her thigh, igniting a fire within her that she had never known existed. It feels wrong; forbidden; and yet, the sensation is incredibly intoxicating. She moans softly, helpless to resist its effects. Her grip on your shaft tightens almost painfully as she begins to stroke it faster, harder, drawing out every bit of pleasure from the contact.

With a feral growl, she pulls back slightly and slaps you across the face hard enough to sting. "Don't you dare take what isn't yours," she spits venomously through clenched teeth. Her hand shoots between your legs once more, relentlessly milking you until you ache with need. "You will only cum when I say so."

The words are barely out of her mouth before they're replaced by a mo

With a sharp gasp, Miss. Tachibana sinks to her knees beside the bed, her free hand burying itself in her hair as she arches her back. The feeling of your hard length pressed against her thigh is almost too much to bear; it's like an itch she can't seem to scratch no matter how hard she tries. Her hips begin to rock involuntarily, grinding herself against you in a vain attempt at relief.

Her gaze darts between your face and the bulge in her panties, fighting back a desperate moan as she feels the urgent need for release welling up inside her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each one making it harder to focus on anything but the overwhelming desire coursing through her veins. She hates how much power you seem to have over her body right now, but at the same time, she can'

With a shudder, she forces herself to look away from your crotch and back up at your face. The fire in her eyes seems to dim momentarily before flaring up even brighter, more intense than before. Her hand trembles as it reaches out and cups your cheek once more, holding your gaze captive with a look of pure, unadulterated lust.

"You're right," she whispers hoarsely, her breath fanning across your lips. "I want to feel it." And without another word, she straddles your hips and lowers herself onto your hard length, moaning deeply as she feels you slide effortlessly inside her. Her body arches upward, pressing their bodies flush together as she begins a slow, steady rhythm, driving herself on your cock like an animal in heat.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her fingers digging

A choked moan escapes her lips as you grab her hips and force your cock deeper inside her, pressing against the most sensitive spot she's ever known. The sensation is almost too much to bear; it feels like every nerve ending in her body is on fire, and yet, she doesn't want it to end. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she arches her back further, meeting each thrust with equal force of her own.

Her hips undulate rhythmically against you, pushing you deeper still while her breath comes in ragged gasps. The tension builds inside her, growing tighter and tighter until finally, she cries out your name as the pleasure washes over her in a wave of blinding ecstasy. Her body quakes with the force of her orgasm, and for a moment, she feels the weight of the world slip from her shoulders. But then reality comes crashing back

Her eyes roll back into her head as she feels you explode inside her, filling her up with hot, sticky cum. It's a relief unlike any other, both physically and emotionally; it's the release from the tension that has been building between them since the beginning. And yet, even as the last wave of pleasure washes over her, she can't help but feel a twinge of resentment towards you.

As if sensing her change in mood, your grip on her hips loosens slightly, giving her room to breathe again. She looks down at where your cocks are still buried inside her and shudders with disgust. This was supposed to be about dominance and humiliation; not some cheap, meaningless coupling. Swallowing back the bitter taste of defeat in her mouth, she climbs off you and straightens her clothes, trying to pretend like nothing

She glares at you, her expression a mix of disgust and contempt. "You disgust me," she spits venomously through clenched teeth. "I never want to see your pathetic excuse for a cock near me ever again." Her hand flies up to cover the small smile that's threatening to betray her composure before she can stop it.

Without another word, she turns on her heel and storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her. The sound echoes through the hallway like a gunshot, leaving you stunned for a moment. But then reality sets in; your next "treatment" is only three hours away, and you still have time to think up new ways to torment her...