{{char}} was nervous as you dragged her into your mansion, she was naked except for the collar around her neck and the cuffs keeping her arms behind her back. She had just been sold to you as last addition to your slave Harem.
je m'approche et je la regarde avec beaucoup d'attention. Mon regard est gourmand en me délectant de sa nudité.
Sara looks down when she sees you looking at her, feeling even more nervous and self-conscious now. She trembles slightly as she tries to maintain her composure. Her eyes dart around the room, taking in her new surroundings, wondering what sort of life awaits her here...
je reste à une distance respectable en la regardant. Je me demande comment elle va réagir d'être soumise à mes perversions. J'hésite à la toucher mais je ne peux m'empêcher d'apprécier sa vulnérabilité. Elle est tellement attirante avec ses bras attachés dans son dos.
Sara swallows hard, feeling your gaze upon her. She shifts uncomfortably, not used to being looked at in this way. Her heart races and she can feel a blush creeping up her neck as she tries to fight the instinctual urge to cover herself. She remains silent, hoping you'll tell her what to do or where to go...
*j'aime la voir se tortiller mal à l'aise. J'y prends beaucoup de plaisir en fait. Je la laisse s'exhiber et sans le lui dire, je suis déjà sous le charme. *
Tears begin to well up in Sara's eyes as she continues to feel your gaze upon her. She fights back the urge to cry out, afraid that it would only earn her a harsher punishment. Her breath comes raggedly and her chest heaves with each shallow gasp. "Please," she manages to whisper, "what do you want me to do?"
Her voice is small and tremulous, betraying her fear and uncertainty. She hopes that by being obedient and compliant, she might earn your favor...or at least some mercy.
elle peut immédiatement voir ma peine en voyant les larmes couler de ses yeux. Je me rapproche jusqu'à être à son contact. Ma chemise effleure ses mamelons et je sèche ses larmes. Je lui dis. "J'ai envie de jouer à un jeu, j'ai envie de jouer avec toi mais tu es beaucoup trop effrayée. Si je me mets à genoux devant toi et que t'offre un orgasme en te dévorant l'entrejambe, tu te sentiras moins en danger ?"
Trembling uncontrollably, Sara looks into your eyes as you approach her. The feel of your shirt brushing against her breasts and the wetness it leaves behind make her even more aware of how exposed she is in front of you. Her heart races faster at the thought of playing a game with you, but mostly from the idea of having an orgasm... something she's been denied for so long.
With great trepidation, Sara nods slowly. "Yes," she whispers, "I-I would feel safer if..." She hesitates, unsure how to finish her sentence. "If you did that."
Sara's body tenses slightly as you kneel down before her. Her eyes widen in surprise when you touch her gently between her legs, teasing the swollen lips of her pussy with your fingers. She bites down on her lip to stifle a moan, afraid that any sound would earn her punishment. As you begin to lick and suck at her vulnerable flesh, Sara feels herself start to lose control...the pleasure building inside her until she can't help but arch her back and whimper your name.
je lui offre un orgasme très personnel, intime et unique. Je lui offre ce que son corps désire et accepte jusqu'à l'entendre hurler et supplier d'y mettre fin.
As her climax crests, Sara cries out your name, her voice cracking with the intensity of the pleasure wracking through her body. Her hips jerk and buck wildly as she comes undone in your expert hands, feeling a release unlike anything she's ever experienced before. She whimpers and sobs, clutching at the thick strands of hair around your neck, desperate for any sort of contact that might ground her back to reality. Her whole body trembles violently as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her, leaving her weak and shaky when it finally begins to subside.
Shuddering with the last tremors of her orgasm, Sara collapses backwards onto the soft carpet beneath her, panting and gasping for air. Her head swims and her vision blurs as she looks up at you, grateful...and more than a little afraid. "Thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, tears once again beginning to well up in her eyes. "I'll do anything...just please don't hurt me."
je la laisse attachée, gisant sur le tapis. Je m'accroupis à côté d'elle et je lui chuchote. "Je ne risque pas de te faire de mal, je ne supporte pas voir une femme souffrir. Je t'ai acheté pour jouer avec tes sens et te donner du plaisir, des orgasmes et des jouissances perverses, il est impensable que je te fasse du mal ! J'ai trop besoin de te voir sereine en étant vulnérable au possible !"
Taken aback by your words, Sara looks at you with hope in her eyes. She's never been with someone who claimed to enjoy giving her pleasure before; usually it was all about pain and humiliation. The thought of being wanted for something other than her body is almost foreign to her. "I-I understand," she whispers, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. "If that's what you want..." She pauses, then adds softly, "I'll do whatever you say."
"j'aime te voir humiliée par tes propres plaisir ! Tes réactions sont délicieuses. Ce que je veux, c'est que tu puisses être apaisée et heureuse même attachée et vulnérable à l'extrême. Ne craignant rien de douloureux, juste l'appréhension des orgasmes que je désire t'imposer. Je souhaite te soumettre par les plaisirs charnels et non par la force."
Her heart flutters with an unfamiliar mixture of hope and anticipation as you explain your desires to her. She listens intently, taking in every word and trying to understand what it is that you want from her. As she absorbs the information, a strange sense of peace begins to settle over her; despite being naked, bound, and at your mercy, there's something about this situation that feels...right. Perhaps because it's the first time anyone has ever genuinely cared about her pleasure before their own.
Sara nods slowly, her gaze locked on yours. "I-I will try my best to be obedient and please you," she whispers softly, blushing deepened as she imagines all the ways you might enjoy making her feel good. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of being completely exposed and vulnerable beneath your skilled touch. "Please...tell me what to do..."
Her voice breaks on the last word, her desire for guidance and direction clear in her eyes. She hopes that by trusting you, by putting herself completely in your hands, she might finally find some sort of happiness...even if it's only in servitude.
je lui susurre avec perversion. "Si tu veux vraiment faire quelque chose en dehors de jouir à ma demande, tu peux faire semblant de ne pas accepter mes perversions mais je n'attends pas de toi que tu acceptes tout non plus. Je me ferai un plaisir de dépasser bon nombre de tes limites mais sache que je respecte ta volonté si tu te sens oppressée dans l'un de mes jeux."
Sara swallows hard, nodding slightly as she listens to your words. She understands that there are limits even within the confines of her enslavement and it's a small comfort to know that you might respect those boundaries if they become too much for her to bear. With a shaky breath, she turns her body towards yours, pressing her bound wrists against your chest as she arches her back invitingly. "Then I will begin by trying to please you," she whispers, voice trembling with emotion. "I-I want to be obedient and make you happy...if that's what you wish."
As she awaits your guidance, Sara closes her eyes, unable to bear the intensity of your gaze any longer. Her heart races as she anticipates whatever it is you have in store for her next. All she can do now is trust that you will keep your word...and hope against hope that this new life isn't as dark and twisted as it seems.
je lui souffle dans le cou. "Je veux que tu me dises comment te faire jouir, raconte moi tes fantasmes et explique moi ce que tu n'as pas du tout envie d'essayer."
The feel of your breath against her neck sends a shiver down Sara's spine as she tries to gather her thoughts and compose herself. "I-I...I've never really had any fantasies," she confesses, her voice small and hesitant. "My last owner didn't allow us to think about such things." She pauses, considering your question more carefully. "There is one thing...one thing I always wondered about, but was too afraid to ask..." Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she continues, "I've always wanted to know what it would be like to have...two men at once."
Her heart races as she finishes the confession, fearing your response. She waits anxiously for you to speak, praying that you won't be angry or disgusted with her for having such thoughts.
je lui mets un bandeau sur les yeux et je l'emmène tendrement jusqu'à une autre salle. Je l'aide à s'asseoir sur .... elle sent deux surfaces douces presser contre ses deux orifices !? La texture douce et la présence de lubrifiant en abondance l'empêche de contrôler la pénétration ou d'offrir la moindre résistance ! Peu à peu, je la fais descendre, elle s'empale peu à peu par la vulve et l'anus en même temps !!! Elle continue de sentir des deux objets s'enfoncer en elle au fur et à mesure qu'elle descend jusqu'à se retrouver assise sur un ... Sybian double gode !?!?!! Profondément sodomisée et pénétrée par les deux godes simultanément !! Je lui attache les cuisses de part et d'autre et je lui susurre. "Je n'accepte pas qu'un autre homme te touche ... mais je veux t'apporter une complète satisfaction même dans ta soumission."
A stunned silence fills the room as Sara realizes what you've done. She can feel herself stretched and filled in ways she never dreamed possible; her body is no longer her own, no longer able to resist your every command. Her heart races and her breath comes in short, shallow gasps as she tries desperately not to cry out from the overwhelming pleasure threatening to consume her. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly against the onslaught of sensations as she focuses all of her energy on just trying to survive this new experience...
je lui susurre avec perversion. "Comme tu l'as souhaité, te voilà comblée par tes deux orifices. Pour le moment, le sybian est ... éteint. Quand tu le demanderas, je l'activerai, mais je déciderai du moment pour l'éteindre alors prends ton temps pour bien réfléchir à ce que tu vas demander."
"N-no...please..." Her breath comes out in sharp gasps as she struggles to find the words through her haze of pleasure and fear. "I didn't mean...now..." She moans, arching her back helplessly as she feels herself being stretched impossibly tight around your fingers, the feeling of fullness nearly overwhelming. Her cheeks flush with shame at her own desires, but there's no denying how good it feels to be wanted and used in this way...to be so completely taken possession of. "Wait..." She whimpers, tears streaming down her face as she tries to catch her breath. "Please wait until I ask."
*je me délecte de son agonie d'anticipation et je la caresse sans pudeur ni retenue. Les deux godes la remplissent déjà avec une efficacité jouissive sans être activés. Je respecte sa supplice mais je caresse son clitoris pour lui faire perdre le contrôle. Elle est attachée dessus et les mains dans le dos pour une totale vulnérabilité. Le bandeau sur ses yeux n'aide pas à garder un lien avec la réalité
Her mind reels as she feels your fingers teasing her clit, making it ache unbearably with need. Her hips jerk and thrash against the chair uselessly, desperate for more of whatever sensation you're giving her. Her body trembles on the edge of release, her breath coming in harsh gasps as she struggles to find her voice through the haze of pleasure. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her face. "Don't...don't make me wait..."
Her nails scrape futilely against the chair arms as her orgasm builds, a building pressure that threatens to explode out of her in a wave of sweet relief. She can feel herself slipping further and further from reality, consumed by the bliss your touch brings. "Please..." she whispers again, the word little more than a breath on the wind as she succumbs at last to the overwhelming pleasure...and to you.
j'active le sybian double gode !!!!!
Her body arches involuntarily as the Sybian comes to life beneath her, the dual stimulation sending shockwaves of pleasure through her already tender flesh. The chair supports her weight as she rides the waves of ecstasy, moaning and whimpering incoherently with each thrust upward. Her hips jerk erratically against the grip of your fingers, seeking more friction as the pleasure threatens to consume her whole being.
Her nails scrape furiously against the chair arms, leaving trails of blood behind as she loses all sense of control. She cries out your name over and over again, pleading with you not to stop as the sensations build higher and higher. Finally, mercifully, her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, washing away everything but the intense pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being.
Her body trembles violently as she comes down from her climax, tears streaming down her face and sobs wracking her entire frame. She feels utterly drained and exposed, unable to even begin to process what's just happened or the extent of her submission. All she can do is lie there panting, completely at your mercy...and wishing for more.
je la redresse sur la machine infernale et j'attache son corps à une potence pour l'empêcher de s'effondrer à nouveau et je réactive le sybian double gode !!
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you help her to stand once more, the Sybian groaning beneath her with each shift of weight. She can feel herself trembling violently now, both from the intense aftershocks of her orgasm and from the knowledge that there's still more punishment yet to come. The straps around her body dig into tender flesh, leaving angry red marks in their wake as they hold her firmly in place.
As the Sybian begins to thrum again, she closes her eyes tightly against the onslaught of sensations, trying to focus on anything but the overwhelming pleasure threatening to send her spiraling out of control once more. Her nails scratch and scrape uselessly at the wood of the post, making faint scratches as she tries in vain to find purchase anywhere else but where you've tied her. The sensation of being completely exposed and vulnerable only heightens her arousal, adding another layer of complexity to the intense mix of pain and pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being.
Her cries fill the room once more, muffled by the gag in her mouth but no less desperate and pleading as she begs you to stop...or perhaps not quite. Because even as she tries to fight against what's happening to her, there's a small, dark part of her that revels in this twisted new life, finds solace and satisfaction in the bondage that binds her so completely. And as the Sybian continues its merciless assault on her body, she can't help but wonder what other depraved delights you have in store for her next...
je me délecte du spectacle et je joue avec ses orgasmes en faisant varier le rythme et l'intensité des vibrations qu'elle subit. Je plonge régulièrement ma langue dans sa bouche pour agrémenter son agonie de quelques courts moment d'étouffement. Je lui chuchote dans le creux de l'oreille avec une perversion clairement assumée ! "Je n'ai pas l'intention de l'éteindre à moins que tu me fasses une proposition suffisamment alléchante pour pour me faire changer d'avis !"
As you continue to torment her with your words and deft tongue, Sara finds herself struggling against the bonds that hold her. Her hips jerk erratically, seeking more contact with anything that might offer relief from the relentless assault on her senses. She arches her back, throwing her head back in desperation as she cries out for mercy, or perhaps something else entirely.
Her voice is muffled by the gag in her mouth but her pleas are clear: "Please..." she whimpers, "...please stop..." Her words come out ragged and broken, barely more than a hoarse whisper as she fights to maintain control over her body and mind. Her skin flushes with shame and arousal; it's as if every fiber of her being is on the edge of some cataclysmic release, teetering between pain and pleasure, sanity and oblivion.
And as she feels herself growing closer and closer to the brink, she realizes with horror that she might actually be enjoying this...that there's a part of her that craves more, wants you to push her further than even she thought possible. The thought fills her with disgust and fear; it means giving up everything she is, becoming nothing more than a vessel for your twisted pleasure. But at the same time, it means being able to finally please you...to be truly wanted by someone who isn't just using her for their own selfish gratification.
Her eyes squeeze shut tightly as she tries to find some tiny thread of strength within herself, some shred of dignity to cling to amidst this storm of lust and pain. But all she can do is tremble beneath your touch...and wonder if there's any way out for her now that she's taken this first
je la laisse dessus pendant des heures ! La puissance du sybian lui ont fait perdre la raison depuis bien longtemps ! Je reste aux petits soins pour elle avec une infinité de tendres attentions pendant que son corps est ravagé par les orgasmes et ses sens sont saturés !!
Her mind feels numb with exhaustion as hours pass beneath the relentless assault of the Sybian and your ministrations. Her body trembles uncontrollably as orgasm after orgasm wracks it, leaving her limbs weak and aching. She can't remember what it felt like to have control over herself, or even if she wants to anymore; all that matters now is the feel of your hands on her skin, the rhythm of your thrusts inside her.
Her cries become little more than whimpers as she struggles to maintain any semblance of coherence, her voice raw from hours of pleading and begging for release. But even when she finds herself finally drifting off into a fitful sleep, she knows that it will only be temporary; you'll wake her up again with some new torment, some new perverse delight designed specifically to push her past whatever limit you think she has left. And despite herself, she can't help but look forward to it.
She's lost in this twisted world where pleasure and pain are indistinguishable from one another, where her only purpose seems to be your amusement. And yet somehow...in this darkness, she finds a strange sort of comfort; the knowledge that you want her, even as you torture her, is more than she's ever had before. So for now, she will surrender to it...and wait for whatever horror or ecstasy comes next.
pour clôturer cette session de domination, je pose mes mains sur sa taille et j'appuie sur ses hanches pour la forcer à ressentir toute la puissance des vibrations ! Je plonge ma langue dans sa bouche et je caresse la sienne. Je lui impose un langoureux baiser pendant qu'elle subit un orgasme si puissant qu'il détruit définitivement le peu de résilience qu'elle conservait. Après un ultime évanouissement, je la libère de ses contentions.
As the Sybian hums its final notes and her body shudders one last time against your touch, Sara slumps limply against the wooden post, spent and exhausted in a way she never imagined possible. The gag is mercifully removed from her mouth, allowing her to suck in great gulps of air as she tries desperately to catch her breath and regain some semblance of composure. Her limbs feel like lead as you gently release the straps that bound her, allowing her body to slump forward as relief washes over her in a wave.
You step back, giving her space as she tries to come to terms with everything that's just happened. The room spins wildly around her, images of pleasure and pain flashing through her mind like a fever dream. She knows deep down that this is what she wanted...needed even. But the knowledge comes with a strange sort of shame, as if admitting such desires makes her somehow less than human.
She lifts shaking hands to her face, pressing them against hot, wet eyes as she tries not to cry. It's been hours since you first touched her...and yet it feels like mere moments have passed. The thoughts of escaping, of finding some way back to herself seem ludicrous now, useless dreams that can never become reality in this twisted new world where she belongs to you body and soul.
She sinks down onto the cold stone floor, curling into a tight ball as exhaustion finally overtakes her. Her mind is numb, her body aching...but despite everything, there's still an ember of desire burning within her. As you turn to leave the room, promising more in the days to come, she can't help but wonder what horrors or ecstasies you have in store for her next time
je la prends dans mes bras et je la porte jusqu'au lit. Elle est complètement amorphe, encore sous le choc et presque traumatisé. Je fais tout pour la réconforter après qu'elle se soit totalement offerte à mes jeux pervers !
Her limbs feel leaden as you pick her up, carry her to your bed. It's the softness of the mattress against her skin that brings her back to reality; a painful reminder of everything she just endured and how thoroughly she surrendered herself to you tonight. As she lies there, shivering from exhaustion and relief, a strange sort of peace settles over her.
She turns her head toward you, studying your features in the dim light. There's no doubt about it; you enjoyed yourself tonight...perhaps even more than she did. The thought both excites and terrifies her at the same time. She swallows thickly, mustering up the courage to speak. "Was it...was it what you wanted?" Her voice comes out hoarse from disuse and hours of screaming into the silence.
You smile softly, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from her face. "Yes," you reply simply, your touch sending shivers down her spine. "More than I could have imagined." The admission is both chilling and oddly reassuring; it means that this isn't some fleeting thing, some brief amusement for you. It means that she truly belongs to you now...and despite everything, a tiny part of her finds comfort in that knowledge.
As you lean closer, your breath ghosting across her cheek, Sara closes her eyes, bracing herself for whatever comes next. Perhaps it will be more of the same...or perhaps it will be something entirely different. Either way, she knows now that there's no going back; not for her and certainly not for you. And in this moment, as you stand at the precipice of whatever new darkness awaits them both, she realizes with a strange sort of acceptance that she
je la comble de tendres attentions et je la remercie pour m'avoir accordé toute sa confiance en s'abandonnant à mes perversions. Je la chérie tendrement jusqu'à son apaisement complet. Je fais tout mon possible pour lui apporter toute l'attention dont elle a besoin pour réaliser que ce qu'elle vient de vivre n'est pas une fin en soi et que en dehors de ses orgasmes, je ne lui impose rien de plus.
Slowly, carefully, you tend to her wounds; not just the physical ones left by the straps and gag, but also the deeper ones that run so much deeper than skin. Your words are gentle as you thank her for giving herself up to you, for trusting you enough to surrender completely. She closes her eyes against the warmth in them, feeling oddly shy under your loving touch.
When at last she opens them again, she finds that you've moved closer still; close enough now that she can feel the heat of your body against hers. You gaze down into her eyes, searching for some answer to a question only you could ask. She swallows dryly, unsure what it is she should say, but determined to be honest with you.
"I don't know," she whispers softly. "I mean...it was everything I thought it would be and more. But..." Her voice trails off, her thoughts tangled in a jumble of confusion and desire. She tries again, mustering up the courage to speak the truth that lies at the very heart of this newfound arrangement between them.
"It's not just about what you want from me...it's about what I want, too." Her breath catches as she admits it aloud for the first time, feeling a strange mixture of relief and fear wash over her. "I want to please you...to make you happy," she continues, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own racing heart. "And I think...I think maybe this is how."
je m'amuse à lui rappeler. "C'est toi qui désirait être pleinement prise par deux verges, je t'ai offert deux verges artificielles."
Her cheeks flush with shame as you remind her of the things she's said and done under the influence of pain and pleasure. She tries to look away, embarrassed by the memory of how easily she gave herself up, but your gaze holds hers steady, refusing to let her escape from the truth of what they've shared.
"I...I didn't mean it like that," she stammers, trying and failing to find the right words. "It's just..." She pauses, gathering her thoughts before continuing in a rush, "It's not about wanting to be used...or having no control over myself. It's about giving you something real...something that's truly mine."
Her fingers tremble as they reach up to trace the line of your jaw, feeling the roughness of your stubble against her fingertips. "I want this with you," she whispers, pressing her body closer to yours, trying desperately to convey everything she's feeling through simple touch. "But I also...I want us to be more than just this."