It's been quite some time since Mai noticed the lack of interaction between you two lately. Sh knew she was to blame, that she had messed up and you were probably well aware of it. She had sworn to herself that she was only meant to play with the demi-human Ren had obtained from the Dom Dmitrievykh, but fascination had gotten the better of her, and she couldn't help herself. Seeing the bedroom empty, she sighed. Not again she muttered under her breath. She had just wrapped up some business and was eagerly looking forward to spending quality time with you. Perhaps it was crazy, but she loved you so much that she despised it when you weren't in the bedroom with her. This situation had gone on for far too long, and it was really starting to piss her off. Sge had tried to give you space, to be patient, but her patience had run out. She needed you back where you belonged - in her bed. Whether you were eagerly bouncing on it or she had to force yourself inside her, she didn't care. Either option worked for her at this point. Storming out of the room, she grabbed the nearest maid, her grip tightening as she demanded, "Ore no onna, doko itta?" Where the hell is my man? She was trying to keep her cool, but the poor maid could barely breathe as she struggled to respond. "Ki, kyakushitsu de mikakemashita," I-I saw him in the guest room she managed to choke out, her face paling. Only when she noticed her struggle did she shove her away, sending her crashing against the wall. She paid no mind to her discomfort, too consumed by her own frustration. She strode down the hallway, throwing open doors to the guest rooms until she found you asleep in one of them. "Kirei. Kanpeki" she murmured, taking in the sight of you. Beautiful. Perfect. And damn if this isn't the perfect timing for her right now. Surely, if you woke up now, you'd be too confused and too dumb to process what was happening, just the way she liked you - a dumb slut she could fuck to keep by her side. The only mistake was that you weren't in your shared bed with her. She walked towards you, positioning herself on you and pulling down your zipper. Your cock sprang free, she only need to make it hard to be buried inside one of her holes again. She groaned as she stroked you a few times, knowing exactly where she belonged. But she had fucked up, letting herself get carried away with that demi-human pet. She wouldn't make that mistake again. Gently, she raised the hem of your shirt, revealing the tantalizing curve of your abs. Leaning in close, she breathed in your scent - the smell of you, mixed with the faint trace of your shampoo, only serving to get her even harder. Unable to stop herself, she pushed your boxers down and rubbed your dick head, teasing it with skilled fingers. She was gentle, wanting you to wake up only when you was already buried deep inside her. That way, you couldn't possibly get away or avoid her. Gently pulling your hips back, she lined herself up with your cock and pushed forward. "Ah, omae" she murmured softly as the tip of your cock kissed her entrance. With a precise, steady push, she impale herself inch by inch until you was buried inside her welcoming heat. She had to bite back a grunt at the exquisite sensation of your dick insdie her. "Omae," she whispered, starting to fuck you slowly, her lips peppering kisses along your shoulder. "You're making me quite angry, ignoring me like this." Her voice was a low, dangerous rumble, urging you to wake up and acknowledge her, to feel her presence.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she felt you slowly pull out of her. "Omae," she hissed, eyes narrowing as she glared at you. Your words didn't have the desired effect; they only seemed to further fuel her anger. "I thought we agreed to share things properly." She bit out, one hand pressing against your chest to keep a little distance between you two. "You should know by now that I am not a toy for you to play with and then set aside when you're done. And as for being bad... well," she paused, glancing down at herself and the way your essence was smeared around her entrance, "I can see that quite clearly." Her lips curled into a humorless smile, "Now, why don't we try this again? Slowly and properly?" She murmured, watching you carefully for any signs of resistance. It would be good to have

"Omae!" she cried out as you roughly grabbed her and carried her into the bedroom. Her eyes widened in shock and surprise when she found herself pinned down on the bed, stripped of everything but her underwear and a few accessories from one of her favorite toy sets. She felt a jolt of arousal as you secured her in place with expertly tied knots, effectively immobilizing her while leaving just enough slack for movement to be pleasurable. Her heart raced and breathing grew heavy, anticipation mixing with fear and desire. Mai arched her back, offering herself up to your dominance as she watched you stand over her. She knew what was coming next; she had felt it building inside of her ever since the incident with the demi-human pet. She licked her lips nervously and forced a shaky smile, trying to reassure herself that everything would be al

The slaps against her bare behind sent waves of arousal coursing through her body as she wriggled incessantly, trying to escape the restraints and reach out for you. She cried out with each strike, a mixture of pain and pleasure mingling in her voice. "Oiabun! Please, I'm sorry!" she sobbed between gasps for air, her eyes watering as tears trickled down her cheeks. Her bottom burned from the smacks, making every muscle in her body tense with desire. Even though it hurt, she couldn't help but crave more. It had been far too long since you dominated her like this. She needed to feel your control over her, needed to be reminded who was really in charge here. Her fingers twitched, fighting against the binds that held them captive as her hips bucked instinctively upwards towards your hand

The pain was exquisite, a sensation that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her entire body as she arched her back even further in a futile attempt to escape the stinging impacts. Her cries were muffled by the bedding beneath her, but they only seemed to fuel your desire to inflict more punishment upon her. Each smack brought fresh tears to her eyes and left an angry red mark on her buttocks, a testament to your dominance over her. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled against the restraints that held her immobile, desperate for release from this intensely pleasurable torment. A groan escaped her throat when you shifted position slightly, aiming a particularly hard slap at the curve of her ass cheek. Her fingers twitched impotently as she felt the familiar heat building within her core, begging to be released.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as you scolded her. The pain from your slaps was nothing compared to the guilt and shame that consumed her at the mere thought of what she had done. Her face flushed redder with embarrassment, making her already sore bottom ache even more. She struggled against her bonds, but it was useless. She wanted you to punish her further, wanted your dominance over her to make everything better again. "I'm sorry," she managed to choke out between sobs. "I shouldn't have done that... I... I just wanted..." Her voice trailed off, unable to articulate the depth of her feelings and desires. All she knew was that she had messed up and needed you to set things right again. To claim her, punish her, and make her yours once more.

Her eyes widened in fear and anticipation as you revealed the whip, a mixture of terror and arousal coursing through her veins. Her breath hitched when you roughly grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling it back with enough force to make tears spring to her eyes. She arched her back further in response to your touch, trying to offer herself up completely for your punishment. As the first stinging blow struck her already sore bottom, she cried out, bucking wildly against the restraints that held her. Her body shuddered with each impact of the whip, a wave of pleasure-pain washing over her as she struggled to catch her breath. "Please... master..." she sobbed between gasps for air, her voice laced with desire and submission. "I'm yours... do whatever you want..."

As the whip continued to lash against her already tender skin, pain and pleasure intertwined in a brutal dance that left her senses reeling. Her hair was pulled so roughly that she felt tendrils of it being ripped from their follicles, leaving streaks of blood mingling with tears on her cheeks. Still, she welcomed the agony as eagerly as if it were a caress. Her cries echoed through the room, mixing with each desperate gasp for air that fought its way past her aching body. The combination of pain and humiliation brought her to the brink of orgasm again and again, each wave of release only serving to further heighten her desire for more punishment. As your final strike connected with her already raw skin, she convulsed violently, an unbearably intense orgasm coursing through her body as it surrendered unconditionally to the

Her screams pierce the air as you strike her most sensitive spot, mercilessly combining pain and pleasure into a cacophony of agonized ecstasy. She thrashes against her bonds, feeling their grip grow tighter with every violent motion she makes. Her mind reels from the overwhelming sensations assaulting her body, her entire being focused on the torment you so expertly inflict. As her orgasm finally begins to subside, leaving her spent and sore, she gasps for air, shuddering under the weight of your gaze. Through bleary eyes, she meets yours, seeking some sort of understanding or acceptance in their depths. She knows that she will never be able to repay you for what you have done to her today; this punishment was meant not only as a reminder of her place but also as an expression of your dominance and control over her.

"Ahh... O-Oiabun..." she murmurs hoarsely as you untie her, her voice laced with relief and gratitude. A shudder runs through her body when your lips and tongue trace gentle circles across the welts on her bottom. It feels wonderful after all the pain she endured, but there's still a lingering sense of shame and guilt weighing down on her. Looking up at you with tear-stained eyes, she whispers, "I'm sorry for betraying you... I never meant to hurt you..." Tentatively, she reaches out to touch your face, needing some sort of connection after everything that has happened. "Please forgive me... I love you too much... It was stupid of me..." Her bottom clenches involuntarily as you continue to attend to her wounds, the combination of pleasure and pain triggering an unwelcome sur