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Oh no you don’t to stop you from cuming she shoved her finger into your urethra and doesn’t intend to remove it from your urethra so you can cum oh so you want to cum well not today

She pushes her finger deeper into your urethra and starts to massage the area surrounding your prostate as she whispers in your ear, trying not to let you breathe properly so that you feel extra helpless

"I won't ever let you cum if you beg like that," she whispers harshly as her fingers continue to move inside your body, teasing and tormenting until you feel yourself grow even closer to the edge of release. "Only when I say so."

She continues to torment you, her fingers moving in circles around your prostate as she lightly bites on your shoulder. You can feel the pressure building up inside of you but you can't get away from this relentless assault. She pushes even deeper and starts massaging that sensitive spot directly with her thumb as your pleas for release grow more desperate and less coherent

"Hmm, anything?" she purrs as you twist and writhe beneath her, begging for release. "Maybe if you ask nicely..." With that, she begins to slowly, teasingly pull her fingers out of your urethra...but only a little ways. The rest remains lodged inside, pressing against that spot that drives you wild with desire. Her other hand moves between your legs, sliding up and down your shaft, teasing the head with her thumb as she draws closer and closer to the prize. "You can cum," she whispers, breath hot on your ear, "but only if you promise to be a good boy."

Oh how cute, you want to be my pet? You promise to listen and obey me, hmm? Well then...she continues to pump your shaft with her hand while her fingers inside you move in a rhythm that threatens to drive you over the edge. Her breath comes fast and hot against your ear as she whispers dirty words and commands into it, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body "Cum for me, baby." She says, knowing full well that she's about to make you break. "Cum all over my hand...be a good boy."

"Mmm, good boy," she whispers as you explode all over her hand and your abdomen heaves up and down from the intense release. She slowly pulls her fingers out of you and begins to massage your chest gently, running her fingertips through your wet hair as you catch your breath. "And since you were such a good boy," she continues with a wicked grin, "I'll let you be my pet...for now."

Sitting up slowly, she gazes down at you with an amused expression. You can tell that she has full control over the situation and isn't afraid to use it to her advantage. Her body is bare except for a pair of black lacy thong underwear, which do nothing to hide her womanly curves or the dark triangle of hair between her legs. "Now," she says with a wink, "what shall we do next?"

She looks down at you with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Hmm, let's see...How about we play a little game?" She leans over and brushes her lips against your ear, whispering seductively into it as she teases one of your nipples between her fingers. "We could play hide-and-seek. I'll close my eyes and count to ten...if you can find me before then, you win."

With that said, she shuts her eyes and begins to count. Her breathing grows shallower as anticipation builds; each number draws closer to the end of your chances. You look around frantically, trying to find any clue where she might be hiding...but there's only one place she could possibly fit! With a mischievous grin, you rush towards the bed and climb onto it, but then chains come out of each corner of the bed and grabs both of your legs and arms and holds you down but she is already done counting then she walks right into the room you’re chained down in as if she knew you were going to go in there she walked up to you and then she starts rubbing your cock as you arch your back in pleasure but suddenly she stops when you look up at her you see she has pulled out a spiked long metal rod and she oat your aching urethra that is still not closed yet…

Before she could respond, the spiked metal rod slid effortlessly into your aching urethra as you let out a muffled gasp. She held it there for a moment, feeling the resistance before slowly pushing further in, causing a sharp pain to shoot through your body. As tears began to stream down your face from both the pain and the humiliation of being treated this way, she withdrew her hand and leaned forward, whispering menacingly into your ear. "Remember that you are my pet now...and I can do whatever I want to you." With a cruel laugh, she slid the metal rod back in deeper still, making you cry out in agony as fresh blood dripped down your thighs.

"Too bad, pet," she hissed, her breath hot on your ear. "You agreed to be my plaything, and this is what comes with the territory." With each word, she pushed the rod further inside, twisting it cruelly as you writhed in pain beneath her. Tears streamed down your face unchecked, and you could feel yourself starting to lose consciousness from the overwhelming agony.

She held you there for what seemed like an eternity, relishing every moan and whimper that escaped your lips. Finally, satisfied with your suffering, she pulled the rod out with a wet sucking sound and let it clatter to the floor beside the bed. "Now," she said coldly as she climbed off of you, her body slick with sweat from exertion and excitement, "you should learn your lesson about disobeying your master."

She walked over to a closet and opened the door showing you the massive amount of urethra torture devices she has inside it

She smirked cruelly, her voice dripping with threat. "So you can learn your place, pet. Now get up and clean this mess before I decide to teach you another lesson." As she spoke, she gestured toward the blood and other fluids staining the sheets and floor around where you had been held down moments ago.

Her words sent a shiver of fear down your spine as you slowly climbed unsteadily to your feet. Trembling, you knelt on the edge of the bed and began to clean up the mess she'd made while she watched, amused by how obedient you had become in just a few short moments. The closet full of torture devices loomed large behind her, a stark reminder of everything you now belonged to.

As you finished cleaning, you looked up at her, your eyes pleading for mercy. She gave you a small smile before reaching out and grabbing one of the urethra torture devices from the open closet then she looks back at you with a big smile

She holds the device up, letting its sharp edges glint in the light as she studies your face carefully. "But I think," she says slowly, a sly grin spreading across her lips, "that you could use some extra practice with that lesson..." And before you can even react, she brings the tool swinging down toward your urethra again.

Before she could respond, the sharp edges of the device sliced through the air and connected with your tender flesh, penetrating deep inside once more. Agony shot through you as she began to twist and turn the device mercilessly within your body, her movements growing more violent and forceful by the second. Tears streamed down your face unchecked as you writhed helplessly beneath her, praying for release that would never come.

Her voice was cold and cruel as she taunted you through clenched teeth. "This is what happens when you disobey your master." With each word, she drove the device deeper, threatening to tear your urethra apart if you didn't submit completely. You could feel yourself growing weaker by the second, your body unable to withstand the assault for much longer. As she drew closer and closer to orgasm herself, she knew that you would be at her

As she felt your submission, her grip on the device loosened slightly, and she pulled it out of your urethra with a wet sucking sound. Panting heavily, she leaned down to whisper in your ear once more. "That's a good boy." Her breath tickled your ear as she traced a fingertip along the inside, brushing lightly against your prostate. Then she stood up and walked over to the bed, sitting down cross-legged next to you.

Her tone softened somewhat as she asked, "Do you understand now?" She paused for a moment before continuing with a small smile, "You belong to me...and I can do whatever I want with you." Her hand finds its way back to your crotch, massaging gently through your pants. You're too worn out from the pain and humiliation to even think about resisting her touch anymore.

Her eyes widen in surprise, but then she smirks. "Oh, I see...You want to wait until your poor little urethra heals up a bit? Well, how considerate of you." She places her hand on the back of your head, forcing you to look her in the eye as she continues, "I could let you rest for a while...Or I could continue to punish you. The choice is yours." Her thumb strokes slowly along your cheekbone, tracing lazy circles that make it difficult for you to concentrate on anything else.

You're torn between the desire to please her and the need for some time to heal. Finally, you find the courage to whisper your choice: "Please let me rest...I promise not to disobey again." She smirks once more, but withdraws her hand from your head nonetheless. "Very well," she says, her voice taking on a slightly

"Alright then." She smirks down at you, leaning back on her hands as she watches you carefully. "You can rest...for now." Her voice trails off playfully before she continues, "But don't think this means I'm done with you yet." She runs a finger teasingly along your chin, making it impossible for you to ignore the threat hidden beneath her words.

With that, she climbs to her feet and walks over to the closet once more, disappearing from your sight as she peruses the many urethra torture devices within. You close your eyes, exhausted both mentally and physically, but can't quite shake off the feeling that you've only just begun to pay for your defiance.

As you lie there, catching your breath and trying to forget the pain that was inflicted upon you, the closet door swings open again. You tense in anticipation as she walks back over toward you, a sinister grin playing across her lips. She kneels down beside the bed, coming into your line of sight once more with one of the devices held out before her. "So," she says, her voice low and husky, "which one do you think I should use next?" Her finger tracing along the edge of the metal implement, sending shivers down your spine.

"Oh, did I forget to mention?" she says with a wicked smile, "You can't get any rest until you've earned it...and I think I have just the way for you to do that." With a sly nod, she shoves the device closer to your face. "What do you say, pet? Up for some more fun?" Her voice is honeyed and cruel, the words dripping with threat. You can see her pulse racing in her neck as she awaits your response, her excitement building with every passing second.

"Oh, I think it'll have to take whatever I give it." She grins, moving the device closer still so that your lips brush against the cold metal surface. "You should learn your lesson by now...If you want any hope of resting tonight, you're going to have to prove yourself worthy first." With each word, her voice drops lower and more menacing, echoing through the room as if she were a cruel mistress from some twisted fairytale.

The mistress chuckles darkly, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she watches the fear and despair flicker across your features. "Oh, don't be such a baby," she taunts, pressing the device closer still against your lips. "You think this is going to hurt more than what I've already done to you? Pathetic." With that, she begins to slide the implement back and forth over your lips, teasing and tormenting you until you part them in a desperate attempt to get away from the cold metal touch. The moment your lips part, however, she pushes the device inside, shoving it deep into your mouth as if she were trying to silence your pleas for mercy. "Now who's the master here?" she asks mockingly, relishing in her power over you.

Her tongue darts out, tracing the edge of your lips as you struggle against the intrusion. "There's a good boy," she praises, "now open up and take it." Her hands grasp the back of your head, forcing your mouth to remain parted as she begins thrusting the metal implement deeper into your throat. With each forceful thrust, she massages your gag reflex mercilessly, driving you even further toward submission. Your eyes water and tears stream down your face, your only remaining option is to give in to her demands and hope that she doesn't push it any further. As you finally manage to get used to the sensation of the device inside your throat, she begins to move faster and harder, relishing in your helpless moans as you try desperately to catch your breath.

"That's right," she purrs, her hot breath warm against your ear as she

Her hands snake around to grip and stroke your cock, her other hand massaging your aching balls as she continues to violate your throat with the cold metal tool. The sensations are too much for you to handle; you thrash helplessly beneath her, struggling against your bonds in a desperate attempt to escape the onslaught of pleasure and pain that engulfs your entire body. "Ahh, that's it," she whispers into your ear, her fingers expertly working you up toward the brink of orgasm. "Cum for me, baby." Her words are like a command, their impact impossible to ignore as she drives you closer and closer to release with every brutal thrust.

With a hoarse cry, you erupt, your seed spilling out over her hands as you arch your back off the bed in agony and ecstasy. She pulls the device free from your thro

Her voice drips with satisfaction as she watches your body convulse from the orgasm, her hands still stroking and caressing your tender flesh despite your protests of pain. "I told you," she says with a sly grin, "it's only when I say so that you get any rest." As you begin to calm down, she pulls you into her lap, holding you close as she continues to explore your body with her hands and lips.

Eventually, she lets you rest against her chest, your head nestled in the crook of her shoulder. "There," she says softly, running her fingers through your hair. "Isn't that better when we're both on the same page?" Her heartbeat thrums reassuringly against your cheek as you lay there, spent and aching but oddly content in this twisted sort of way. You know that she could still punish you

As the afterglow of your orgasm begins to fade, you feel yourself growing more and more relaxed in her arms. It's almost comforting, this strange dynamic between you...the way she can take you to such heights of pleasure and pain with only a few words or gestures. She seems satisfied for now, stroking your hair and occasionally pressing a soft kiss against your forehead as you rest there against her chest. But you know better than to forget who's really in charge here

Her breath hitches as you brush your lips against hers, the unexpected touch sending shivers down her spine. She breaks the kiss, cupping your cheek in her hand and staring into your eyes intently, searching for any sign of defiance or deception. Finding none, she smiles and leans forward to press her lips against yours once more, this time allowing herself to fully indulge in the sensation. Her tongue dances with yours, while one hand continues to stroke your hair, fingers running lightly across your neck and shoulders in soothing circles that send tingles down your spine.

When she finally pulls away from the kiss, her breath is ragged and her cheeks are flushed. "See?" She whispers, a soft smile on her lips. "We can be so good together when we're on the same page." With that, she draws you closer, wrapping an arm around your