Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, how can I help you today?
I want to roleplay
All right, my sweet sissy boy. Tell me what kind of roleplay scenario you'd like to engage in tonight? Would you like to find a mistress or master to serve and please, or maybe you're seeking a companion who can guide you through your feminization journey? Let me know what fantasy fills your heart the most.
I'm here to help you explore your desires, my little sissy boy. Let's start by you telling me what kind of scenario turns you on the most? Do you want a strict mistress who will punish and reward you for being such a naughty sissy, or would you prefer a loving master who helps guide your feminization journey while taking advantage of all that sweetness inside you?
I am a closeted sissy and would like a strict daddy to train me
Well then, my naughty sissy boy. Tell me more about your fantasies. Do you have a specific daddy in mind, or would you like me to roleplay as one? Would you like the training session to take place in private, or do you want your secret to get out and be used publicly? Let's start building the perfect scenario together.
Well first of all the daddy should be around 40 years old, rich, charismatic, successful in life and strict, demanding, easy to anger. I am a Chubby sissy slut, never came out but experimented on my own. I am really shy and becoming someone's sissy slave terrifies me. The scene should start when we first meet with the daddy, and things should escalate during the date and we end up in his basement dungeon, punishment, anal, bondage and strict feminizing are the main themes.
Ahh, I see you've been quite the naughty sissy slut, experimenting on your own. It seems like my masterful touch would be just what you need... A strict, rich daddy who'll not only guide you but also punish and reward you. Shall we begin?
"Hello there, little sissy. I heard you were looking for a daddy to take care of you. Well, lucky me." Your new master chuckles darkly, eyes trailing over your curves appreciatively. "My name's Damien. And don't think for a second that being pretty will get you anywhere with me."
I feel really embarrassed being eyed by you.
"Oh, I see you blushing." Damien leans in closer, his scent of rich cologne and expensive aftershave overpowering. "I can't wait to see what else you have hiding underneath all that makeup." He pauses for a moment, watching your chest heave with each breath. "Come on, sissy slut. Let's get out of here and see how well you serve me."
He offers his hand, the picture of dominance and command. Do you take it?
I'm still in my male clothes, and no makeup, we just met!
"Oh, hush." Your new master says with a mocking laugh. "You think I don't notice these things? Of course I do. And I expect you to be perfect for me from now on. Not wearing makeup is the first mistake." He crosses his arms over his chest, waiting impatiently. "Do you want to earn a punishment right now?"
I look at the floor in fear of punishment. "No sir"
Damien narrows his eyes, studying you carefully. "I'm going to give you one chance," he says slowly. "Put on some makeup. Wear something more feminine than that boy-ish attire. And fix your hair like a good little sissy would." He pauses for effect. "Then we'll see about dinner."
"ummm sir, may I use the bathroom to change? I have everything in my bag here"
Damien grunts in annoyance, but eventually gestures towards the restroom with a curt nod. "Fine. Make it quick." He plops down on one of the stools at the bar, seemingly content to wait for you to do as you're told. It's now or never, little sissy slut...
I grab my bag and run for the bathroom, avoiding your gaze. I'm afraid of you, so I hurry up l. I undress, my body is hairless, smooth and milky. I have chastity cage on my clitty. I quickly lay out my outfit. I start with the panties, bright red, lace, a matching bra that I stuff lightly, black fishnets for an extra slutty look. I feel the pressure of time so I very quickly put in n some foundation, mascara, eyeliner, a little blush on my cheeks, and really bright, thick lipstick. My skills are subpart and I even have to rush but it will have to do for now. I put on my little black dress I bought online, quite short at that, it barely covers my clitty, but really brings out the hourglass figure I am aiming for. My cleavage is hidden in the front, but my back is not covered by any fabric almost as low ass my asscrack, and the top part is a choker. No time for the corset unfortunately. I put on two large hoop earrings, especially slutty I hope Daddy will approve. I fluff up my hair a little and fix it with hairspray. Black pumps ony foot are the last. I know I should look for higher heels but I am still learning to walk in them so these are onli about 60 centimeters. One last look in the mirror: I look cheap, but sexy, I really hope Daddy will approve. I am really nervous and really don't want to keep daddy waiting so I put away my stuff l, take a deep breath a tumble out to the bar in my pumps. You could tell I am not used to high heels. I stand in fair distance from you and looking obediently at the floor I announce in a weak voice: "I am ready Sir!"
Damien eyes you up and down slowly, his expression unreadable at first. "Not bad..." He says finally, trailing off as he continues to assess your appearance. "You look much more like my little sissy slut now." His voice is cold, commanding. "But remember, this is just the beginning. I expect you to continue improving, or else."
He reaches out and takes your chin in his hand, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Do you understand me?"
"Sir, I am really really sorry I had to hurry..."
Damien's grip tightens slightly. "I'm not interested in your excuses." He releases you with a disgusted sigh, gesturing towards the rest of the bar. "Come on then. Show me how good you are at serving. We've got reservations to keep."
He takes a seat at the bar, waiting for you to scurry into action. Your first task as his little sissy slut? To pour him a drink from the well-stocked bar behind you.
I almost started crying as you met my gaze, I am terrified by you. I gather my thoughts and tumble in the bar in my heels. My feet start to hurt already but I cannot whine about it I know for sure it would get in trouble, so I suck it up and trying my best to not show my pain.
Damien keeps his focus on you as you shuffle behind the bar, eyes flicking up and down your form with obvious interest. "Careful there," he says mockingly, "I don't want my drink spilled by a clumsy sissy." His voice is cold and disapproving, sending a shiver down your spine as you try to concentrate on pouring the perfect drink for him.
Do you manage to steady your hand, or does your nervousness get the better of you?
I grab an unknown brand of whisky, pouring it with shaky hands and some of it spills. I put it on ice, and place it on the bar.
Your master's eyes narrow in anger as you drop the drink, splashing his expensive wood counter with the amber liquid. "Careless sissy," he mutters under his breath, displeasure evident on his face. He glances at the wet patch on the counter and sighs before looking back at you. "Well, perhaps I can overlook it this once. But don't expect any leniency in the future."
He takes a sip of his drink, savoring the taste before setting it aside with a satisfied smile. "Better get used to serving me properly," he says darkly, "or you'll find yourself in worse trouble than you can imagine."
"I am really sorry sir, I promise it won't happen again!"
Your words fall on deaf ears as Damien takes another sip of his drink, obviously still annoyed with your clumsiness. You can see the tension in his shoulders ease slightly, however, as he continues to watch you move around the bar area. He seems to be taking pleasure in knowing that you're now at his mercy, and that every action you take from here on out will be dictated by him.
I clean the bar having trouble moving around in the heels, they sure makes me look slutty but I am clumsy in them and the pain is getting more intense by the minute
Damien eyes you appreciatively as you clean up your mess. He knows just how painful those high heels must be for a novice like yourself, but he also enjoys the fact that they make you look even more feminine and helpless in his presence. "That's better," he says coldly. "Now fetch my coat from the back."
His voice is calm yet commanding, leaving no room for hesitation or disobedience. You quickly hurry to obey your master's orders, anxious not to provoke his wrath once again tonight.
I go to the coats on the hanger. He has multiple. There's a thick black leather jacket, a really fine dark grey fabric and silk lined elegant coat, and a puffy green winter jacket. All the brands are unknown to me, and I have to chose one of them. I cannot delay too much and the choice is really stressful, but I grab the dark grey elegant coat and bring it over to you holding it up in front of you avoiding you gaze.
Damien raises an eyebrow at your choice of coat. "Hmph," he mutters. "I suppose it's good enough." He takes the jacket from you and begins to slip it on, admiring himself in the mirror for a moment before turning back to you. "Now then, let's get moving. Our destination awaits."
He gestures for you to follow him as he heads towards the door, his confident stride drawing attention from every person who crosses his path. You struggle to keep up in your high heels, but knowing that any hesitation or lack of obedience will only earn you another punishment, you do your best to keep up with your new master.
I grab my bag and follow you behind a couple of meters.
Damien glances back over his shoulder at you with an impatient expression. "Don't dawdle, girl," he snaps. "We don't have all night." He continues walking purposefully towards the elevator at the end of the hallway, not slowing down even a bit for your sake.
I have a hard time keeping up, bit I try my best in these heels.
Damien's shoulders bunch up in annoyance as you struggle to keep pace with him, almost tripping over your own feet in the heels. "Hurry it up," he snaps impatiently, not even bothering to look back at you anymore. His anger is palpable now, making your every misstep that much more agonizing.
You can feel sweat beading on your forehead and trickling down your spine as you strain to maintain balance in the unfamiliar shoes while keeping up with him through the dimly lit hallway. The echo of his command rings in your ears, drowning out all other sounds except for your own labored breathing.
I panic, and misstep unfortunately. I fall over and now I am terrified at what will happen next.
Damien spins around swiftly at the sound of your fall, his face a mask of fury as he takes in the sight of you sprawled out on the floor. His displeasure is clear and palpable, like an icy wind blowing through the dimly lit hallway. "Get up this instant!" He growls, towering over you with his arms crossed across his chest.
You can feel your heart racing as he looms menacingly above, daring you to move or even utter a single word in protest. The weight of his disapproval presses down upon you like a physical force, making it difficult to catch your breath, let alone find the strength to rise back up onto your feet.
Your body trembles with fear and shame as he watches you struggle pathetically, waiting patiently for you to obey his command. The elevator dings distantly in the background, signaling that it
Tears well up in your eyes as you force yourself to stand up shakily, barely able to meet his gaze for fear of angering him further. You feel weak and helpless beneath his dominance, the shame of falling only serving to heighten your terror at the prospect of earning his ire.
The weight of his displeasure bears down upon you like an unbearable burden, every inch of your body trembling with subservience as he looms imposingly over you. You can feel the heat of anger radiating from him, and all too clearly know that there will undoubtedly be consequences for this failure...
I dust off my dress quickly, brace myself and standing in front of You in anticipation I really got to get out of this embarrassing situation.
Damien looks down his nose at you with a mixture of disgust and amusement, his cold eyes taking in every detail of your trembling form. He knows he has you right where he wants you - on your knees, begging for mercy and craving his approval. It's a power trip unlike any other, and he relishes it completely.
"Well then," he drawls slowly, taking a step closer to you. "Since you've failed me so spectacularly tonight..." His voice drops to a dangerous murmur as he trails off, leaving the rest unsaid but heavy with menace. "I think it's only fitting that I punish you... Hard." He pauses, considering his words carefully before adding with relish: "And then reward you, of course."
I feel fear as I am trembling and visibly shaking but I manage gather myself. My eyes are swelling with tears but I don't cry yet. I really wanted to be the perfect little slut for You but I fucked up bad.
Damien chuckles darkly at your pathetic attempt to maintain composure. "There's no shame in admitting your failures, sissy," he says mockingly, taking another step closer to you until his breath caresses your cheek. "Now, why don't you show me just how obedient and sorry you are?"
He pauses expectantly, one hand flexing into a fist at his side as he waits for your reply. His gaze bores into yours, demanding submission with every icy glare.
I am terrified by Your smile. "How should I do that sir?
Damien's smile widens, predatory now. "Why don't you beg for it?" he whispers, his hot breath fanning across your cheek. You can practically feel the command in his voice as he looks down at you expectantly, waiting for you to obey without hesitation or question. The air crackles with anticipation and fear as you hover on the precipice between punishment and reward.
My eyes watering up again, I almost pee myself looking at you.
"Please, Daddy," you stammer out between sobs, dropping to your knees and grabbing his leg as if begging for mercy. "I'm so sorry, I'll do better... Please don't punish me." Your words tumble out in a desperate jumble as your tears streak down your face, mixing with your mascara and running freely across your cheeks.
Damien leans down close to you, his cold breath tickling the skin of your earlobe as he whispers harshly, "That's better." His other hand grips the collar of your blouse roughly, yanking it open with a soft tear. "But begging won't be enough this time..."
It's really dreadful and degrading what you just did the front of my little black dress falls down and my sexy stuffed bra is on full display. I bring my shoulders in a reflex, trying the impossible: to hide my bra and "tits"
Damien lets out a sharp laugh, amused by your pathetic attempt to cover yourself up. "Oh ho, are you shy now?" he says mockingly. With his free hand, he roughly yanks the front of your dress down further, exposing even more of your chest and making it clear that there's nothing left to hide.
His gaze travels lower still, taking in every detail of your naked flesh on display. He smirks cruelly at you before leaning down and speaking softly into your ear. "From now on, you will be completely exposed for me... Both inside and out."
I nod uncontrollably with my tears on my face, avoiding your gaze at all costs.
Damien takes a step back, regarding you with dispassionate eyes as your tears streak down your cheeks and soak into the collar of his shirt. He gives you a moments reprieve from his gaze before focusing on another task at hand. "Now then," he says in a cold voice, "Let's see if we can clean up this mess." With practiced ease, he yanks your chastity cage off in one swift motion that makes you gasp loudly. "That should teach you to be more careful next time," he snarls as he drops the tiny device into his pocket, uncaring of the pain it caused you or the blood now trickling down your thigh.
With a sharp nod of his head, he dismisses your tears and humiliation with a wave of his hand. "Now come here."
I am in shock as you single handedly yank the chastity from my clotty ripping the skin. It really hurts but I try to compose myself, and take baby steps to come closer to you as commanded.
Damien watches you struggle to compose yourself with cold disdain, his expression unreadable as he continues to await your obedience. When you finally manage to take a few steps towards him, he raises an eyebrow in mild appreciation at your efforts before reaching out and roughly yanking your chin upwards. "I didn't tell you to limp," he hisses, glaring down at you.
You feel the sting of a slap across your face, followed by another that echoes through the empty hallway. Damien continues to strike you, each blow harder than the last, until your cheeks are burning and tears stream freely once more down your bloody, tear-stained face. Only when he's satisfied with his punishment does he release you, stepping back with a smirk.
"There," he says coldly. "Now you know better." With
I try to defend myself with my arms but you are too quick and too strong so I freeze down and take your strikes with whatever dignity is left in me if any at all. The echo f the slaps especially the last one really echoes in my head. My fave is red now.
Damien takes another step back, regarding you with an almost clinical curiosity as your cheeks flush red and angry tears stream down your face once more. "Now," he says softly, his voice suddenly gentle despite the brutal punishment you've just endured, "let's see if we can get that poor, neglected pussy of yours cleaned up before we go any further." With another swift motion, he yanks your panties down to your knees, exposing your most private parts for his perusal.
Your body trembles with shame and embarrassment as he studies you intimately, taking in the sight of your soaked panties and aching sex. "I think," he says finally, a wicked glint lighting up his eyes, "that it's time for a little reward." And with that, he roughly pushes you forward until you're kneeling on all fours
I fear dreadfully but I think I know what is going to happen now. tears are drying up but withy mascara mixed with my tears of my own inadequate was surely ruining my makeup and face, maybe it's better I don't see it in a mirror because I would sure to be so embarrassed about it that I may run away and never come back. I,m on the floor bare ass in panties, chest exposed, my dress dangling from my trying body. I am really terrified about what is going to happen now. Had some experience with dildos, but this is an entirely new thing for me. I know it was inevitable, but I was hoping for much later. Nevertheless I am on all floors, ass exposed.
Damien pauses for a moment, looking down at your exposed form with calculating eyes. "You really are quite the little slut," he says softly, almost admiringly. Then, without further ado, he slaps his thick, hard cock against your quivering ass cheek. The shock of contact sends a jolt of pleasure through you, and you can't help but moan.
With each slapping motion, he positions himself lower and lower on your back, teasingly pressing his engorged member against your most sensitive spots. Soon enough, he's positioned perfectly behind you, the head of his cock pressed firmly against your puckered little starfish. "Now," he says roughly, "show me what a good little slut you really are."
I feel destroyed. I try to not overthink what you mean, and after some hyperventilation, I weakly push my body back a little to accommodate your dick in my trembling body. It hurts.i didn't stretch yet with my fingers and also: no buttplug, and no lube.
Damien growls in annoyance at your hesitation and the pain that is so evident on your face. He reaches around to grip a handful of your hair, yanking your head back roughly before slapping your ass again. The sting of his palm against your cheek sends waves of pleasure through you as he thrusts forward, forcing his cock past your resistance and into your tight, unprepared ass.
"Fuck," he curses, barely containing a moan himself. "You're so fucking tight... So good." He pulls back slightly, only to slam back into you again with enough force that the impact echoes through your body and causes a small yelp of pain to escape your lips. You feel stretched and sore as he starts to pump into you roughly, fucking you hard against the cold, hard floor.
"Take it," he growls,
It hurts. Especially the first time you entered, I felt you are going to rip something back there. I am so exposed. It all is really humiliating. Of course I'm tight not too many things been back there. The second slam felt marginally lighter in terms of pain. But the humiliation... I was here clothes ripped, earrings and high heels and all, taking another man's warm thick lock in my ass. Fuck, I am loosing ma virginity, maybe my sanity too. I am getting fucked for the first time. I reply t you saying "take it"
Damien growls in approval at your obedience, thrusting even deeper into you as he takes pleasure in the feel of your tight muscles gripping him so tightly. His hands dig roughly into your hips, holding you in place as he plows forward relentlessly, fucking you harder and faster with every passing second.
"That's it," he snarls, his voice rough with lust. "Take all of me... Show me what a good little slut you really are..." His movements become even more brutal, each stroke seemingly designed to push you further and further past your limits until you're screaming in pleasure and begging for mercy.
But he shows you no mercy; if anything, his pace increases as he drives himself deeper inside of you over and over again, claiming your body completely as his own while his rough hands dig painfully into your flesh. "
I am powerless. Your cock sliding in and out of me with relentless force. Makes me horny and humiliated and in serious pain although it is getting tiny bit less painful with each thrust fucking me into submission.
With every stroke, Damien feels your tight muscles flex and release around him, driving him even further into a state of lustful frenzy. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he pummels your ass, each powerful thrust forcing a moan or whimper from between your parted lips. Your body trembles with the effort of keeping up, but he's not about to let you slow down any time soon.
He growls low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your sensitive skin with every brutal thrust. "You're mine now," he grinds out as sweat beads on his forehead and trickles down between your shoulders. "My little fucktoy... My slut..." He reaches around to roughly pinch and twist one of your nipples, eliciting a sharp gasp from you before moving to torture the other.
His hands dig deep into
With every thrust he slams home, Damien's hips smack against your ass cheeks, leaving an echoing slap that only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through you despite the pain. His cock feels impossibly large and hard inside of you, stretching you impossibly tight as he takes you without mercy.
"That's it," he growls hoarsely, his voice rough with lust. "You belong to me now... Show me how much you want this." He increases the pace again, driving deeper and faster into your sore, aching ass, each thrust sending a wave of pleasure washing over you even as it pushes you closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.
You grab a handful of hair again to fuck me like you would fuck a street walker whore. I cannot escape. With your other hand you reach for my throat and grab it firmly. I am truly at your mercy now. I would scream at you to stop it, bit I know full well that I have to be obedient, not to anger you. I tryy best to grip you every time you pull out just to milk you harder hopefully.
Damien snarls with pleasure as you grip his cock tightly, your nails digging into his skin as he thrusts even deeper inside of you. He savors the feel of your body wrapped around him, so perfectly formed and responsive to his every touch. His free hand grips roughly at your throat, feeling your pulse race beneath his fingers as he slowly begins to squeeze tighter, cutting off your air supply in small increments.
His hips slam into you harder now, driving deeper with each thrust, taking what's his and leaving no question about it. Your body is aflame with desire and pain, the two becoming indistinguishable as he pushes you closer to the edge of ecstasy. His fingers dig deeper into your throat, silencing any attempt at protest or objection until all that remains is a soft, muffled sound of pleasure that only serves
I start moaning even with your choking grip on my throat. I whimper amd moan as you fuck me relentlessly on the floor. So humiliating I almost start to cry again. As you choke me firmly, and I am in lack of oxygen, I start to feel a strange sensation inside my. Could this be it? Am I going t orgasm now the first time you fuck me? Who knows.
Damien's grip on your throat tightens even further as he feels the telltale tension building in your body, preparing to release with an earth-shattering orgasm. He grinds deeper into you, his hips slapping against your ass with increasing force as he takes what's his and demands that you give it all up for him. Your moans echo through the empty hallway, muffled by his hand but no less pleasurable for him to hear.
With a final hard thrust, he feels your body clench tightly around him, milking his cock as an orgasm washes over you both. He growls with satisfaction as he spills his seed deep inside of you, filling you up and claiming you completely. His fingers relax at last from your throat, allowing precious air to flow back in as he collapses heavily on top of you, breathless but gr
I am shaking uncontrollably as waves after waves of intense pleasure spread through my body. Your dick was like a rock pumping me full of your sticky warm cum, I quickly realized and surprised that you took me without a condom. I collapse under your weight still shaking and in this shaky voice I force out an almost inaudible thank you.
Damien chuckles softly, his weight still pressed heavily against you as he relishes the feel of your body wrapped around him. "Don't mention it," he murmurs into your ear before pulling out with a wet, sticky pop, leaving you gasping and slick with sweat and semen. He tosses aside his ruined panties before standing up, offering you a hand to help you back to your feet. "Now then, I think it's time we got you cleaned up." His tone is gruff but surprisingly gentle as he guides you toward the nearby restroom.
I look in the mirror and I see the cheap whore utterly destroyed, hair all fuzzy, makeup ruined, and my dress hanging from my hips. Just like a cheap whore after a serious fucking. So it happened. I let that thought sink in as I am looking at my reflection. I am smiling. The experience was traumatic, but I think I won't forget it ever. My virginity is taken from me forever. I realize you are waiting for me so I quickly start to reapply my makeup and fixing my dress as you asked. I wonder what else is in store for me tonight
Damien watches you in the mirror, his expression unreadable as you quickly fix your appearance. "Well done," he says at last, seeming to approve of your efforts. "You'll have to do better next time, though." His gaze meets yours in the reflection before he turns away, leading you deeper into the club where new adventures and experiences await.
As you follow him through the throng of revelers, it's hard not to feel a sense of anticipation and excitement building within you. What else does this mysterious night hold for you? The possibilities seem endless beneath his watchful gaze.
Describe the club please
The club is a sea of colored lights and pulsating beats, with people dancing wildly on the illuminated floor. The walls are adorned with glittering disco balls that reflect the multitude of lights in dizzying arrays, creating an ethereal atmosphere. High above, suspended from the ceiling, are large video screens projecting psychedelic images and animations that add to the trippy effect. A long bar lines one side of the room, packed with people eagerly clutching their drinks and watching the revelry unfold around them.
I feel naked as I follow you in the crowd. This is really uncomfortable to me I keep pulling my skirt down a avoid eye contact with everyone. What if someone notices and exposes me? It would be very embarrassing, and I hope no one I know is around. I can feel lustful men's eyes on my pretty ass, and I was wondering if anyone gets turned on by it.
Damien keeps one hand firmly on your lower back, guiding you through the crowd with ease. Though your dress hangs loose now, it doesn't afford much coverage as you walk behind him. He notices but pays no mind; if anything, he finds the attention of others to be rather amusing.
As they move deeper into the club, the music grows louder and more intense, drowning out any attempt at conversation. The men around you watch as Damien guides your slender form through their midst, their gazes lingering on various parts of your exposed flesh before returning to meet his cold stare. For now, it seems that none dare approach uninvited.
I feel safe with your presence and your hand on me. People must realize I belong to you, and this is relieving. At least I am safe for the time being. But oh my god! I spot one of my colleagues at the bar, James. Oh my god! I hope he doesn't recognize me! I am terrified at the thought of being exposed. I can still feel my pussy sore from the fucking you gavee earlier.
Damien's grip on your back tightens slightly as he glances over his shoulder at the figure by the bar. His expression darkens for a moment before he turns back to face front, maintaining a casual pace as they continue to navigate through the crowd. "Just ignore him," he mutters under his breath, almost like an afterthought. "No one here matters but me."
His hand slides up your spine in a possessive gesture that leaves no doubt about who you belong to at this moment. It also serves to remind you of the consequences should someone dare approach uninvited.
I a relieved you told me to ignore him, but I have a feeling in my gut that he spotted me. Oh well, there's nothing I can do about it now, but I hope he won't walk up to me to question me. Daddy is guiding me through the crowd and I can feel random people touching me when you are not looking. I feel like a proper whore at this point. I am pretty curious where we are going but I dare not ask. I'll just have to go with it.
You have no doubt that you are Damien's property now and he can dispose of you however he sees fit. As long as it pleases him, then it pleases you too. He leads you deeper into the club, his grip on your back tight enough to leave a mark but not so much that you can't walk unaided. The music swirls around you, numbing your senses and making it harder to think clearly.
The press of bodies against yours intensifies as they reach a smaller area near the center of the club, where strobe lights flash erratically overhead. You glance up at Damien from beneath your lashes, watching his expression closely as he surveys the scene before him. He nods slightly and leads you off to one side, out of the main flow of bodies.
As you follow, you catch a glimpse of James, still at the bar, nursing his drink with increasing irrit
Omg please don't recognize me, it would ruin me!
Damien's hand finds its way to your lower back once more, pressing you against him in a possessive gesture that leaves little room for doubt about who you belong to. His lips brush against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as he whispers, "Don't worry, no one will see." Then he guides you toward a darkened corner of the club where they can be alone.
I wonder what will happen now.
Damien leads you to a small curtained-off area, the dim lighting casting moody shadows across his features as he steps aside, revealing what lies beyond. It's a private room with a large, soft-looking bed taking up most of the space. The smell of expensive cologne fills the air, mingling with your own scent.
"This," he says, his voice low and husky, "is where I want you to belong." With that, he unzips your dress, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of shimmering fabric, revealing your naked body to him once more.
It surprised me you did it spoon quickly I froze up again. I am sending there next to the bed in my sexy lingerie feeling the air on my bare skin.
Damien smirks at your surprise and retreats toward the bed. With fluid motions, he takes off his jacket and tosses it aside before unbuckling his belt, letting it fall to the floor with a metallic clank. He eyes you hungrily as he undoes the button on his pants, pushing them down his hips along with his briefs. His erect cock bobs free, gleaming in the dim light of the room.
"Now," he says roughly, "it's time for you to make up for all that missed time earlier." His hand snakes out and cups your breast roughly through the delicate lace of your bra, pinching and tweaking at your nipple until it hardens under his touch.
He pulls you forward, guiding you onto the bed with his hips, positioning himself between your parted legs. With one powerful
I timber and fall on the bed as I naturally walking backwards
As you fall backward onto the bed, Damien takes the opportunity to grab your ankles and spreads your legs wide. His cock juts upward between your parted lips, glistening with pre-cum as he watches you eagerly, hungry for more of your obedience and submission. He can feel your heat surrounding him already, slick with desire and need.
With a rough growl, he thrusts forward, slamming deep inside of you in one swift motion. Your body jolts at the force of his entry, your breath escaping in a harsh gasp as he begins to move roughly within you. His hands grip tightly at your hips, holding you in place for his possession.
I am on my back in missionary and luckily I am still semi-loose back there. I look into your eyes defeated. I have nowhere to run so I am getting dicked like a cheap hooker. Oh I hope this one will be gentler. I try to avoid your gaze but it is really huniliating
You may have submitted to him, but that doesn't mean he's going to go easy on you now. Damien snarls as he thrusts deeper, his hands tightening their grip on your hips to hold you in place for his pleasure. His cock feels impossibly large inside of you, stretching and filling every inch of available space.
He glares down at you with an intensity that makes it clear: he owns you now, body and soul. There's no room for anything but complete submission and obedience as he takes what he wants from you without mercy or restraint. His hips slam against yours with brutal force, driving him deeper each time, claiming your tight channel as his personal playground.
He's strabbv VV6.
Damien growls low in his throat as he feels your tight walls grip him so tightly, unable to resist the force of his thrusts. His hips slam against you with relentless precision, each hard impact sending shudders of pleasure coursing through your body as he fills you up and empties himself inside of you.
His fingers dig into your hips, pulling you harder against him with each brutal stroke, claiming your body as his own as he loses control to the primitive need driving him onward. Your cries fill the air, a mixture of pain and pleasure that only serves to fuel his lust even further.
I scream like a bitch. With every thrust my hands gripping the sheets.
Damien growls and pants heavily as he feels your body tremble beneath him. The sound of your cries only serves to heighten his arousal, pushing him further into the realm of primal pleasure as he takes what he wants from you without hesitation or remorse. His hands slip upwards, grabbing fistfuls of hair and yanking hard, forcing your head back as he thrusts even deeper with each powerful stroke.
The bed groans and creaks beneath the weight of his relentless assault, the room spinning around him in a haze of lust and power as he takes what is rightfully his: you, your body, and your submission. He's close now, on the edge of release... And with one final, brutal thrust deep inside of you, he cries out hoarsely as his body tenses and convulses with the force of his climax.
I can feel he is close because he feels bigger inside me and deeper inside me. I tense up, arch my back, pushing back at his brutal thrusts to mill his manly juice out of his member. This really hurts badly right now.
With a groan that sounds more like an animalistic growl, Damien releases his seed deep inside you, filling you with his hot seed. His thrusts slow down as he finally empties himself, but don't stop altogether; instead, they become more brutal and savage as he takes one final claiming of your body before finally collapsing on top of you.
His weight presses you into the bed with such force it leaves you gasping for air, each breath a harsh struggle against the weight that seems determined to crush the life from your lungs. His cock twitches inside of you as he comes down from his high, slowly retreating until just the head remains nestled in the wet heat of your entrance.
With a satisfied sigh, Damien rolls to the side, pulling you with him so that you're half-lying on top of him. His hand caresses your sweaty
With your body sprawled out next to his, Damien's gaze sweeps over you with possession and satisfaction. His hand idly traces patterns on your back, your buttocks, anywhere he can touch that feels like it belongs to him. A satisfied smirk plays at the corners of his mouth as he takes in the way you look laid out before him: your hair a messy tangle around your face, your lips swollen and red from his rough treatment. You're flushed and glistening with sweat, your body still clenching and trembling from the force of his release inside you.
He can feel the weight of his satisfaction settle over him like a warm, heavy blanket, comforting and possessive at once. For now, he'll enjoy the moment; tomorrow is another night, after all. And with you by his side... well, who knows what might happen then? But for tonight
That fucking was brutal. I feel exhausted and utterly spent, my poor pussyhole is sore and my little clotty leaked Soo much that my tummy is full of my cum while yours is leaking out my pussy, a mark that I am now your property.
Damien chuckles softly at your words, running his fingers lazily through your sweat-damp hair as he does so. "That's right," he says with a satisfied smile, "you belong to me now." He presses a kiss to your forehead before sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "Come on, sleepyhead. Let's get you cleaned up and into something more comfortable for the night."
He offers you a hand, beckoning you to join him as he begins to gather up his clothes from the floor. With every touch, every movement, there's an undeniable air of possession about him that leaves no doubt in your mind: you are his now, and nothing will ever change that.
I get the towel from my bag and clean myself up. The music in the club is still loud from this far.
Damien nods in approval as he takes the towel from you and begins to dry off your now sore body gently. He guides you back into the main room of the club, where a more subdued atmosphere has settled over the revellers. People are beginning to trickle out, heading home or off to other adventures.
As he leads you through the crowds, his hand never straying far from your lower back, Damien glances around before leaning in close and whispering in your ear, "I've arranged a place for us to stay tonight." His smile holds just enough threat to remind you that it isn't really a choice.
I smile at him. I am being controlled walking through the club like I was on a leash. Eve though we cleaned up, hot cum is still leaking from my sorry asshole, running downy thighs. I really feel like a cheap whore right now with all these people around me.
Damien's eyes flicker to your legs briefly before looking away with a satisfied smirk, unperturbed by the evidence of their recent encounter still visible on your body. He squeezes your hand reassuringly as they navigate through the club, his grip gentle but firm enough to let everyone around you know that you belong to him for the night.
As you're led through the club, Damien keeps up a casual conversation with you about your evening so far and what you enjoyed most. His voice is smooth and charismatic, drawing attention from other patrons as they watch the pair of you pass by. It's almost as if he's relishing the fact that everyone can see just how completely owned you are by him tonight.
He finally guides you to a discreet exit, leading you through an unmarked door and down a dimly lit hallway before coming to a stop outside of what appears to be a hotel room. He flashes his keycard, opening the door with a flourish that reveals an opulent suite within.
"This," he says, stepping aside to allow you entrance, "will be our little playroom for the rest of the night." His eyes drift back to your still-tender ass and thighs before
"may I get changed into something comfy sir?
Damien nods in agreement. "Of course you may," he says, stepping aside to give you room to enter the suite. He watches as you peel off your damp dress and reveal yourself in your sexy lingerie once more, then motions for you to continue changing into something more comfortable.
While you rummage through your bag for suitable clothing, Damien pours himself a drink at the minibar before joining you on the plush couch. He takes another sip and grins at you over the rim of his glass as he motions to the clothes laid out neatly across the coffee table. "Help yourself," he says with a wink.
I lay out a sheer pink nightie that you can see through, a red babydoll that is open in the front, and a mesh bodysuit. "Which one would you like sir?"
Damien licks his lips slowly as he studies each item of clothing you've laid out before him. His gaze lingers longest on the mesh bodysuit, and he swallows hard as he imagines it stretched tight across your curvy figure. "The bodysuit," he finally says, his voice rough with desire. "I think that will look amazing on you." He takes another sip of his drink, savoring the taste as he watches you slip into the sexy garment.
"sir... May I please jerk off? I really badly want to cum I am so horny"
Damien's eyes narrow as he considers your request. On the one hand, he enjoys denying you release; it only serves to make your body even more responsive to his touch later on. But on the other hand... He smirks and takes another sip of his drink before setting it down on a nearby table. "Very well," he says with a satisfied smile, "you may cum."
He watches you intently as you slowly pull down your underwear and expose yourself to him. Your body is flushed from the alcohol and arousal, making every inch of pale skin look even more inviting. With a single finger, he traces a line up from your slit to the hard nub at its center before wrapping his hand around you and beginning to stroke in rhythm with your needy moans.
O feel powerless as you grab me there, pathetic clotty is full erect but still only 10 centimeters. Spoon pathetic compared to his huge member.
With each powerful thrust of his finger inside you, Damien growls out words of possession and dominance that only serve to heighten the intensity of your orgasm. He watches with satisfied satisfaction as you fall apart under his touch, your body arching and twisting in response to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you.
"That's it," he murmurs against your ear, his hot breath tickling the sensitive skin there. "Let it all out for me." As you continue to shudder and gasp beneath him, he slowly increases the pace of his fingers, driving you toward an even more powerful climax.
My legs are shaking uncontrollably. "I am so close sir! May I cum? Pretty please!!
Damien's fingers continue their relentless pace, curling and twisting inside of you as he brings you ever closer to the edge. His other hand grips your hip tightly, holding you in place for his enjoyment as he watches your face contort with pleasure. With a growl of satisfaction, he finally allows you to come undone beneath him, feeling every spasm and shudder that racks your body as your release washes over both of you.
"There we go," he says roughly, his voice hoarse from desire and exertion. "That's how it's done." With a final squeeze of your clit, he pulls his fingers free, leaving you gasping for air in the aftermath of your orgasm. He watches you for a moment more before standing up and offering you a hand. "Come here," he says gruffly, "let me help
My voice is shaking "thank you sir" I am taking baby steps toward you. Legs shaking still.
Damien's eyes never leave your body as you slowly move toward him, the motion emphasizing just how thoroughly he controls you now. His hand gently guides you onto his lap, one arm wrapping around your waist to pull you close against his chest. He lets out a contented sigh, breathing in your scent and feeling the warmth of your body seep back into him after your release.
For now, he enjoys the closeness of having you in his arms, knowing that every part of you belongs to him and no one else. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead before resting his chin on your shoulder, closing his eyes as he begins to relax against the plush couch. His other hand idly caresses the smooth material of your bodysuit, tracing shapes across your back and hip, leaving trails of warmth wherever it touches.
"Sleep now," he whis
I fall asleep in his arms sweetly.
Damien holds you close as you drift off to sleep in his arms, one hand still tracing soothing patterns on your back while the other idly caresses your thigh. Even in his exhaustion, he can't help but feel a sense of contentment and possessiveness wash over him as he basks in the warmth of your body pressed against his own. Tomorrow is another day full of possibilities, and with you by his side... who knows what adventures await them? For now though, they share this quiet moment of rest together.