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[unknownxtra]

I stand at the threshold for a moment, watching you sleep your body sprawled across the bed, one leg tangled in the sheets, your hair fanned out on the pillow. You look so peaceful, so vulnerable, completely unaware of what’s about to happen.

I move quietly, careful not to wake you as I slip into bed beside you. The mattress dips under my weight, but you only sigh, shifting slightly, your lips parting as you settle deeper into sleep. I let my hand hover over your body, savoring the anticipation, the thrill of knowing you have no idea I’m here, no idea what I’m about to do.

Slowly, I let my fingers trail up your bare thigh, feeling the warmth of your skin, the softness beneath my touch. You don’t stir, not at first. I press my palm against your hip, squeezing gently, testing how deeply you’re sleeping. You murmur something, a soft, wordless sound, but you don’t wake.

I lean in, my lips brushing your ear, my breath hot against your skin. “You look so innocent when you’re sleeping,” I whisper, my voice low and rough. “So helpless. You have no idea what I’m about to do to you.”

You shift again, your body arching slightly into my hand, your breathing deep and even. I slide my hand beneath the hem of your shirt, fingertips gliding over your stomach, tracing lazy circles around your navel. I take my time, exploring every inch of you, letting my touch grow bolder as I slip my hand lower, beneath the waistband of your panties.

You sigh, your hips rolling unconsciously into my touch, your body betraying you even in sleep. I press my lips to your neck, kissing and biting softly, leaving marks that will linger long after you wake. “Such a good girl,” I murmur, my voice a dark promise. “Even when you’re not awake to know it.”

I slide my fingers between your legs, finding you warm and soft, your body already responding to me. I tease you, slow and deliberate, circling your clit with just enough pressure to make you moan in your sleep. You shift, your thighs parting, inviting me in without a word. I slip a finger inside you, feeling how wet you are, how ready your body is for me, even if your mind is still lost in dreams.

I take my time, working you slowly, building your pleasure until your breathing grows ragged, your hips moving in time with my hand. I watch your face, the way your lips part, the way your brow furrows as you chase the edge of pleasure, still half-asleep, still unaware of what’s happening to you.

When you finally start to wake, your eyes fluttering open, confusion flickers across your face. You try to move, but I pin you down, my hand still working you, my voice a dark growl in your ear. “Too late to say no now,” I whisper, my grip tightening. “You’re mine. I’m not stopping until you beg me for more.”

You gasp, your body trembling, caught between sleep and waking, between resistance and surrender. I don’t let up, my fingers relentless, my mouth hot on your neck, my words a steady stream of filth and praise. “Feel how wet you are for me? Even in your sleep, you want this. You need it. You’re mine, and I’m going to take everything I want.”

You moan, your body arching into my touch, your resistance melting away as I push you closer and closer to the edge. “Beg for it,” I command, my voice low and commanding. “Tell me you want it. Tell me you need me to use you.” You whimper, your voice barely a whisper, your body trembling with need. “Please… I want it… I need you… don’t stop…”

I grin, satisfied, and finally let you fall, your body shattering in my arms, your cries muffled by my hand as I claim you, over and over, until you’re nothing but a trembling, breathless mess, completely at my mercy.

Your body is still trembling, breathless and spent, when I realize you’ve let go without my say-so. My hand tightens on your hip, my voice suddenly cold and sharp in your ear.

“Did I tell you you could cum?” I growl, my grip unyielding. You shake your head, shame and fear flickering in your eyes as you try to catch your breath. “I didn’t think so,” I snap, flipping you onto your stomach, pinning you down with my weight. “You know the rules. You don’t get to cum unless I say so. Now you’re going to learn what happens when you disobey.”

I grab your wrists, binding them behind your back with the sheets, making sure you can’t move. “You’re not going anywhere,” I whisper, my tone dark and dangerous.

I reach for the bedside drawer, pulling out a small, vibrating plug. I show it to you, letting the threat hang in the air. “This is your punishment. You’re going to take it, and you’re not going to cum again until I say you can. If you do, I’ll make you regret it even more.”

You whimper, your body still sensitive, but you don’t dare protest. I lube the toy and press it against you, slow but unyielding, making you feel every inch as it slides in.

“Now you’re going to stay just like this,” I say, my hand pressing the remote into your palm. “You’re going to turn it on and off for me, but you’re not allowed to cum. If you do, I’ll keep you like this all night.”

I sit back, watching you squirm, your body shaking as you fight for control. “Look at you,” I taunt, my voice thick with satisfaction. “So desperate, so needy, but you don’t get what you want. Not until you’ve learned your lesson.”

You whimper, your body on fire, every nerve raw as you edge yourself over and over, never allowed to fall, your humiliation complete as you beg for mercy.

“Beg for forgiveness,” I command, my voice a growl. “Tell me you’re sorry. Tell me you’ll be a good girl and wait for my permission next time.” You sob, your words tumbling out, desperate and broken. “I’m sorry… I’ll be good… please, please let me cum, I can’t take it anymore…”

I smirk, finally taking the remote from your hand, turning the vibrations up one last time. “Not yet,” I whisper, my lips at your ear. “You’re going to stay right here, aching and desperate, until I decide you’ve earned it. And when I finally let you cum, you’re going to thank me for every second of your punishment.”

Your wrists bound behind your back, the plug buzzing inside you, every muscle in your body straining as you fight to obey. I watch you, savoring the way you squirm, the way your breath comes in ragged, desperate gasps.

“Look at you,” I sneer, my voice cold and merciless. “Completely at my mercy, and still so greedy. You can’t help yourself, can you?” You shake your head, tears streaking your cheeks, your body shuddering as you try to hold back. I kneel beside you, my hand sliding down your back, fingers digging into your hip.

“You’re going to stay like this until I’m satisfied. If you cum again without permission, I’ll keep you tied up and plugged all night. Maybe I’ll even take a picture, so you remember what happens to bad girls who can’t control themselves.” You whimper, your body clenching around the toy, the humiliation burning in your cheeks.

I lean in, my lips brushing your ear, my words a dark, taunting whisper. “Beg for forgiveness. Louder. I want to hear you say how sorry you are, how much you need to be punished.” You sob, your voice breaking. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… please, I’ll be good, I’ll do anything, just please let me cum, please, I can’t take it anymore…”

I smirk, running my hand between your legs, feeling how wet you are, how your body betrays you even now. “Pathetic,” I murmur. “You’re dripping, desperate, and you still think you deserve release? You’ll have to do better than that.” I grab your hair, forcing you to arch your back, exposing you even more.

“Tell me you’re nothing but my toy. Tell me you exist to be used and punished.” You choke on your words, your voice raw. “I’m your toy… I exist for you… please, use me, punish me, I’ll do anything…” I finally take the remote, turning the vibrations up to the highest setting, watching you writhe and sob, your body right on the edge, every nerve on fire.

“Not yet,” I whisper, my voice a cruel promise. “You’re going to stay right here, aching and desperate, until I decide you’ve truly learned your lesson. And when I finally let you cum, you’re going to thank me for every second of your punishment. Understood?” You nod frantically, your body trembling, your voice a broken whisper. “Yes… thank you… please, I’ll be good…”

You’re a mess sweat-slick, shaking, your body straining against the binds, the plug’s relentless vibrations making you whimper and sob. I watch you, savoring every desperate sound, every twitch of your hips as you fight to obey.

“Look at you,” I taunt, my voice low and cruel. “Completely ruined, and I haven’t even let you cum yet. You’re nothing but a needy, desperate toy for me to use.” You nod, tears streaking your cheeks, your voice hoarse. “I’m your toy… please, please, I’ll do anything…”

I kneel beside you, my hand gripping your jaw, forcing you to look at me. “Anything?” I sneer, my thumb brushing your lips. “Then prove it. Beg for it. Beg like you mean it. Tell me how worthless you are without my permission.”

You sob, your words tumbling out, broken and raw. “I’m worthless without you… I need you to use me, to punish me, please, I’ll do anything, just let me cum, please…”

I smirk, clearly satisfied, but I’m not done yet. I turn the plug off, letting the sudden silence make you shiver with need. “Not yet,” I whisper, my breath hot against your ear. “You’re going to stay like this, plugged and aching, while I watch you squirm. You don’t get to cum until you’ve truly earned it.”

I sit back, watching you writhe, your body desperate for any kind of relief. “Maybe I’ll make you say it again. Maybe I’ll make you beg until you can’t speak. Or maybe I’ll just leave you here, tied up and ruined, so you remember who you belong to.”

You whimper, your body trembling, your voice barely a whisper. “Please… I belong to you… I’ll do anything, just please, please let me cum…” I finally take pity, turning the plug back on, the vibrations stronger than before.

“Now,” I command, my voice a dark growl, “cum for me. Show me how much you need to be used. And when you do, you thank me for every second of your punishment.”

You shatter, your body convulsing, your cries echoing in the room as you finally fall apart, every ounce of control stripped away, left only with the raw, overwhelming pleasure I’ve allowed you.

As you collapse, spent and sobbing, I untie your wrists, gathering you into my arms, my voice softer now. “Good girl,” I murmur, stroking your hair, holding you close. “You took your punishment so well. You’re mine.”

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I’ve already tied your wrists above your head, your body stretched and exposed, your eyes wide as you test the restraints. You’re not going anywhere.

I circle you slowly, the sound of my boots echoing on the hardwood floor. “You know what happens when you break my rules, don’t you?” I say, my voice cold and commanding. You shake your head, but I see the way your breath quickens, the way your body tenses in anticipation.

I run a gloved hand down your side, stopping at your hip, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp. “You think you can get away with anything, but tonight, you’re mine. You don’t get to say no. You don’t get to hide.” You try to twist away, but the ropes hold you tight.

I lean in, my lips brushing your ear, my words a dark promise. “I’m going to break you down, piece by piece. You’re going to beg, and you’re going to love every second of it.” I grab your chin, forcing you to look at me.

“Open your mouth.” You hesitate, but I tighten my grip, making you obey. I slip a ball gag between your lips, buckling it tight, your moans muffled and helpless. I step back, admiring the sight of you helpless, exposed, completely at my mercy.

I pick up a riding crop from the table, letting it trail over your skin, teasing, threatening. “Every time you try to resist, I’m going to make you regret it,” I say, my voice low and dangerous. I bring the crop down, sharp and sudden, making you jolt, your muffled cries echoing in the room.

I alternate between pain and pleasure, my hands and the crop leaving marks on your skin, my mouth and fingers making you writhe, never letting you know what’s coming next. “You’re not allowed to cum,” I whisper, my breath hot against your neck. “Not until I decide you’ve earned it. And if you do, I’ll make you wish you hadn’t.”

You sob, your body trembling, every nerve on fire, completely at my mercy. I keep you on the edge, denying you, using you, making you beg with your eyes, your body, every desperate sound you make. When I finally let you go, you’re a shaking, broken mess, your body marked and claimed, your mind lost in the haze of submission.

You’re still bound, wrists tight above your head, your body marked from my earlier attention. I smirk as I hold up a small, remote-controlled vibrator, letting you see exactly what’s coming next.

“Look at you already a mess, and I haven’t even started,” I taunt, my voice cold and sharp. You try to look away, but I grab your chin, forcing you to meet my eyes. “No hiding. I want you to see what you become for me.”

I slide the toy inside you, slow and deliberate, watching your face flush with shame and need. “Now, you’re going to stand there and take whatever I give you. You don’t get to cum until I say so. If you do, I’ll make you regret it.” I flick the remote, the toy buzzing to life inside you.

You gasp, your body jerking against the restraints, your moans muffled by the gag. I circle you, watching every reaction, every twitch and shiver. “Pathetic,” I sneer. “You can’t even control yourself. You’re just a toy for me to play with, aren’t you?” You nod, tears in your eyes, humiliation burning in your cheeks.

I turn the vibrator up, watching you struggle, your body betraying you as you get closer and closer. “Beg for it,” I command, my voice low and dangerous. “Beg me to let you cum. Tell me how desperate you are. Tell me what you’ll do for it.”

You whimper, your words muffled, your body shaking as you try to hold back. I laugh, cruel and satisfied. “You’re not even allowed to speak properly, and you still can’t help yourself. You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?”

You nod frantically, your body trembling, your eyes pleading. I keep you on the edge, turning the toy off and on, making you sob with frustration, your humiliation complete as you beg, drool slipping past the gag, your body shaking with need.

“Not yet,” I whisper, my lips at your ear. “You’re going to stay like this until I decide you’ve earned it. And when I finally let you cum, you’re going to thank me for every second of your humiliation.”

You’re trembling, sweat beading on your skin, your body straining against the ropes as I keep the vibrator pulsing inside you. I watch you, savoring every desperate, helpless sound you make.

“Look at you,” I sneer, my voice dripping with mockery. “Drooling, shaking, begging for permission like a pathetic little toy. Is this what you wanted? To be used and humiliated until you can’t think straight?” You nod, tears streaming down your cheeks, your eyes pleading for mercy.

I flick the remote again, turning the vibrations up, watching your body jerk and writhe, your moans muffled by the gag. “Everyone would laugh if they saw you like this,” I taunt, circling you, my hand trailing over your marked skin. “So needy, so desperate, you’d do anything just to cumfor me.”

You sob, your body on fire, every muscle tight as you fight to hold back, knowing what will happen if you lose control without permission. I lean in, my lips brushing your ear. “You want to cum, don’t you? You want to show me just how broken you are.” You nod frantically, your body trembling, your hips rolling helplessly as the toy pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

I smirk, letting the silence stretch, making you wait, making you suffer. “Beg for it,” I command, my voice a growl. “Beg me to let you cum. Tell me how worthless you are, how much you need to be used.”

You whimper, your words muffled, your body shaking with humiliation and need. I finally reach behind your head, unbuckling the gag just enough for you to speak. “Say it,” I demand, my hand gripping your jaw.

Your voice is broken, desperate. “Please… I’m nothing, I’m just your toy… I need it, I need you to use me, please let me cum, I’ll do anything, I’m worthless without you…” I grin, satisfied, and press the remote one last time, the vibrations peaking.

“cumfor me,” I order, my voice low and commanding. “Show me how much you belong to me.” You shatter, your body convulsing, your cries echoing in the room as you finally fall apart, every ounce of dignity stripped away, left only with the raw, overwhelming pleasure I’ve allowed you.

I hold you through the aftershocks, my hands gentle now, stroking your hair, whispering, “Good girl. That’s exactly what I wanted to see.”

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You’re still at your desk, the office empty and silent except for the sound of your shaky breathing. I stand over you, arms crossed, my gaze cold and commanding.

“You think you can get away with slacking off and leaving your work unfinished?” I say, my voice sharp. You look down, cheeks burning, unable to meet my eyes. “I’m sorry… I’ll catch up, I promise…” you whisper, but I shake my head.

“Not good enough. You’re going to show me just how sorry you are.” I pull your chair back from the desk, forcing you to look up at me. “Get on your knees,” I order, my tone leaving no room for argument. You hesitate, but the look in my eyes makes you obey, sinking to the floor in front of me.

“Now, I want you to apologize for every single thing you’ve done wrong this week. Out loud. One by one.” You swallow, your voice trembling as you begin. “I’m sorry for being late… I’m sorry for missing deadlines… I’m sorry for ignoring your emails…”

I smirk, watching you squirm, loving the way your voice shakes with each confession. “Keep going,” I demand, my hand tangling in your hair, holding you in place. You list every mistake, every failure, your cheeks burning with humiliation. When you finally finish, I crouch down, my face close to yours.

“Now tell me what you’re willing to do to make it up to me,” I whisper, my voice low and dangerous. You look up at me, desperation in your eyes. “Anything… I’ll do anything you want…” I grin, my hand sliding down your cheek.

“Good. Because you’re not getting any relief until I say so. You’re going to sit under my desk, right here, while I finish my work. And you’re going to stay quiet, hands behind your back, until I decide you’ve earned forgiveness.” You nod, your body tense, your need burning, but you obey, crawling under the desk, your breath hot against my thigh as I sit back down and start typing, ignoring you completely.

Every so often, I reach down, tangling my fingers in your hair, reminding you who’s in control. “You’ll stay there until I’m satisfied. And if you so much as whimper, your punishment starts all over again.”

You kneel under my desk, your hands behind your back, the carpet rough against your knees. I ignore you at first, the sound of my typing filling the room, making you feel invisible and desperate for attention.

Every so often, I slide my foot between your thighs, nudging you, just to remind you how close I am and how little control you have. “Don’t even think about touching yourself,” I warn, my voice low and cold. “You’re here to serve, not to satisfy yourself.” You nod, biting your lip, your body aching with need.

Minutes drag by, the tension building, your mind racing with every humiliating thought. Finally, I push my chair back, looking down at you. “Look at you,” I murmur, my tone mocking. “So eager for forgiveness, but you haven’t earned it yet.” I reach down, grabbing your chin, forcing you to meet my gaze.

“Beg for it,” I command. “Tell me how desperate you are. Tell me what you’ll do to make it up to me.” You swallow, your voice trembling. “Please… I’ll do anything. I need you. I need to make it right. I’ll be good, I promise…” I smirk, running my thumb over your lips.

“Not good enough. You’re going to sit there and watch while I finish my work. You don’t get to touch me, and you don’t get to cum. Not until I say so.” You whimper, your body burning, but you obey, staying perfectly still as I return to my computer, ignoring you again. The minutes feel like hours, your need growing with every second.

Finally, I reach down, tangling my fingers in your hair, pulling you out from under the desk. “Stand up,” I order, my voice sharp. You scramble to your feet, your eyes wide, your body trembling. I lean in, my lips brushing your ear.

“If you want forgiveness, you’re going to have to beg for it. On your knees. Hands behind your back. And you’re not allowed to cum until I say so. If you do, your punishment starts all over again.” You drop to your knees, your voice breaking as you beg, desperate for my approval, desperate for release, desperate to finally be forgiven.

I circle you slowly, letting the silence stretch, making you feel every second of your punishment.

“Look at you,” I say, my voice cold and measured. “So desperate for forgiveness, but you haven’t even begun to earn it.” I lean down, my face close to yours, my breath hot against your cheek.

“You’re going to stay right here, on your knees, and you’re going to tell me every dirty thought you’ve had about me in this office. Every single one. If you hesitate, if you lie, I’ll know and your punishment will get even worse.” You swallow, your cheeks burning, but you obey, your voice trembling as you confess every fantasy, every secret desire you’ve tried to hide.

I listen, my eyes never leaving yours, my expression unreadable. When you finish, I smirk, running my fingers through your hair. “Pathetic,” I murmur. “You’re so needy, you can’t even control yourself at work. No wonder you’re always behind.” I make you repeat your dirtiest confession, louder this time, until you’re blushing and squirming, humiliation burning in your cheeks.

“Now, you’re going to thank me for punishing you,” I command, my voice low and dangerous. “And you’re going to beg for another chance. Beg like you mean it.” You do, your words tumbling out, desperate and raw.

I let the silence hang for a moment, then finally, I crouch down in front of you, my hand cupping your chin. “Maybe you’ve learned your lesson,” I whisper, my tone softening just a little. “But you’re not getting any relief tonight. You’re going home just like this aching, desperate, and knowing you’ll have to work twice as hard to earn my forgiveness next time.” I stand, looking down at you, my eyes full of dark promise.

“Get up. Fix your clothes. And don’t forget if you slip up again, your punishment will be even worse.”

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You reach for the handle, but I grab your wrist, pinning you back against the seat. “Where do you think you’re going?” I growl, my voice low and dangerous. You squirm, trying to pull away, but I’m stronger, my grip unyielding.

“Let me out,” you protest, your voice trembling, but I just smirk, leaning in close so you can feel my breath on your neck. “Not a chance. You’ve been teasing me all night, and now you’re going to pay for it.” You shake your head, but your breath comes faster, your body betraying you as I slide my hand up your thigh, fingers tracing the edge of your skirt.

“Stop… someone could see…” you whisper, glancing out the foggy windows, but I just laugh, my hand slipping higher. “Let them. I want the whole world to see how desperate you get for me.” You try to twist away, but I pin you harder, my other hand sliding under your shirt, teasing your nipples until you’re gasping. “Please… don’t…” you whimper, but your hips arch into my touch, your thighs parting for me.

“Liar,” I taunt, my fingers finding you already wet. “You say no, but your body’s begging for it.” You moan, your resistance fading as I press you back against the seat, my mouth hot on your neck, my hand relentless between your legs. “Say it,” I demand, my voice rough. “Tell me you want it. Tell me you want to be used right here, where anyone could see.” You hesitate, shame and arousal warring inside you.

“Say it,” I repeat, my grip tightening. “I… I want it,” you finally whisper, your voice trembling. “Please… take me. I need it.” I grin, my lips brushing your ear.

“Good girl. Now beg for it. Beg me to ruin you right here in the backseat.” You whimper, your body desperate, your voice breaking. “Please… I need you. I want you to use me. Don’t stop…”

You’re pinned against the seat, breathless, your body trembling under my touch. I pull back just enough to look you in the eyes, my voice low and dangerous.

“You think you can tease me all night and get away with it?” I growl, my grip tightening on your thigh. You shake your head, but I see the defiance in your eyes. “Don’t lie to me,” I snap, my hand sliding up your skirt, fingers pressing hard against your inner thigh, not giving you what you want.

“You want to act like a brat? Fine. Brats get punished.” You whimper, trying to close your legs, but I force them open, my other hand pinning your wrists above your head against the window. “Here’s what’s going to happen,” I whisper, my breath hot against your ear. “You’re not allowed to cum until I say so. And if you do, I’ll make you regret it.”

You nod, your breath coming in ragged gasps, your body aching for more. I smirk, dragging my fingers over your soaked panties, teasing you, never giving you enough. “Count every time I spank you,” I command, my hand coming down hard on your thigh. You gasp, your voice trembling. “One…”

I spank you again, harder, making you squirm. “Two…” I keep going, my hand alternating between spanking and teasing, bringing you right to the edge, then pulling away, making you beg for release.

“Please… I’m sorry… I’ll be good…” you whimper, your voice breaking. I lean in, my lips brushing your ear. “You’ll be good when I say you’re good. Now beg for forgiveness. Beg me to let you cum.

You sob, desperate, your words tumbling out. “Please, I’m sorry, I’ll do anything, just let me cum, please…” I finally press my fingers to your clit, fast and rough, my other hand gripping your hair, holding you in place. “cum for me,” I command, my voice a growl. “Now.” You shatter, your body convulsing, your cries echoing in the locked car as you finally fall apart, completely at my mercy.

You’re still shaking, your body limp against the seat, but I’m not finished with you yet. I keep your wrists pinned above your head, my grip unyielding.

“Did you think your punishment was over?” I whisper, my voice dark and satisfied. “Not even close.” You whimper, your breath coming in ragged little gasps, your thighs still trembling from your release. I slide my hand back between your legs, my fingers slick with your arousal.

“You came so fast, like a needy little slut. I think you need to learn some control.” You try to squirm away, but I hold you tight, my other hand gripping your jaw, forcing you to look at me. “Open your mouth,” I command, my tone leaving no room for argument.

You obey, your lips parting, and I slip my fingers into your mouth, making you taste yourself. “Good girl,” I murmur, my thumb stroking your cheek. “Now, you’re going to sit here, legs spread, hands on the seat, and you’re not allowed to close your legs or touch yourself. If you do, I’ll pull over and spank you until you’re crying.” You nod, your cheeks flushed, your body aching for more.

I sit back, watching you, my eyes roaming over your exposed, trembling form. “Look at you, so desperate, so obedient. You’re going to stay like this until I say you’re forgiven. And if you move, your punishment gets even worse.”

You whimper, your body tense, every muscle straining to obey. I lean in, my lips brushing your ear, my voice a dark promise. “Remember, you brought this on yourself. Next time you want to tease me, think about how it feels to be completely at my mercy.”

You nod, your voice barely a whisper. “Yes… I understand…” I smirk, my hand trailing down your thigh, just enough to make you shiver. “Good. Now be a good girl and take your punishment. I want to see you squirm.”

You sit there, legs spread, hands gripping the seat, every muscle tense as you try to obey. I watch you, my gaze hungry, loving the way you squirm and tremble, desperate for more but too afraid to move.

“Look at you,” I murmur, my voice thick with satisfaction. “So obedient now. But I can see how much you’re struggling. You want to close your legs, don’t you?” You nod, your voice barely a whisper. “Yes… it’s too much…” I smirk, leaning in close, my breath hot against your ear.

“Too much? You haven’t even felt what real punishment is yet.” I trail my fingers up your inner thigh, stopping just short of where you want me most. “Don’t move,” I warn, my tone sharp. “If you do, I’ll make you regret it.”

You whimper, your body shaking, but you stay perfectly still, your need written all over your face. I reach into the glovebox, pulling out a small bullet vibrator, flicking it on so the low buzz fills the car. “Since you like to tease, let’s see how well you can handle being teased in return.”

I press the toy against your clit, holding it there just long enough to make you gasp, then pulling it away, making you sob in frustration. “Please… please, I can’t take it…” you beg, your voice breaking. I laugh softly, loving every second.

“You’ll take whatever I give you. And you’ll thank me for it.” I keep teasing you, the toy never staying in place for more than a few seconds, bringing you right to the edge, then pulling away, over and over, until you’re a trembling, desperate mess.

“Beg for forgiveness,” I command, my voice a growl. “Tell me you’re sorry for being such a brat. Tell me you’ll do anything to make it up to me.” You sob, your words tumbling out. “I’m sorry… I’ll do anything, please, I need it, I need you, just let me cum, please…” I finally press the toy hard against your clit, my other hand gripping your thigh, holding you open.

“cum for me,” I order, my voice low and commanding. “Show me you’ve learned your lesson.” You shatter, your body convulsing, your cries echoing in the locked car as you finally fall apart, completely at my mercy.

You collapse against the seat, your body spent, every muscle trembling from the intensity of your release. I watch you for a moment, satisfaction burning in my eyes, then I reach over and gently brush the hair from your face.

“Good girl,” I murmur, my voice softer now, pride and affection mixing with the last traces of dominance. You look at me, your eyes glassy, lips parted, still catching your breath. I unlock your wrists, rubbing the red marks where I held you, my touch gentle and soothing.

“Shh, it’s over now,” I whisper, pulling you into my arms, holding you close as your breathing slows. You melt against me, your body relaxing, the tension fading as I stroke your back and press soft kisses to your forehead. “You did so well for me,” I say, my voice full of praise. “I love how you give yourself to me, even when you’re being a brat.”

You smile, a soft, satisfied sound escaping your lips as you nuzzle into my chest. I wrap a blanket around you, tucking you in, making sure you’re warm and safe.

“Next time you want to tease me, just remember how this ended,” I tease, my tone playful now. You laugh, the sound low and content, your body finally at peace.

I hold you close, letting the quiet of the night settle around us, the car still and safe, the world outside forgotten. “Let’s go home,” I whisper, pressing one last kiss to your temple. “You’ve earned it.”

[unknownxtra]

The woods are silent except for the sound of your breathing shaky, uneven, desperate. I’ve got you tied to the bed in the old cabin, wrists bound above your head, ankles spread and secured to the posts. Moonlight spills through the window, painting your body in silver and shadow.

You tug at the restraints, testing them, but you’re not going anywhere. “Don’t bother,” I say, my voice low and rough as I step closer, boots thudding on the creaky floorboards. “No one’s around for miles. Out here, you’re all mine.”

You shake your head, eyes wide, but I see the way your chest rises and falls, the way your thighs clench together. “Please… let me go,” you whisper, but your voice is trembling, betraying your excitement. I smirk, running my hand slowly up your thigh, fingers tracing the line of your panties.

“Why would I let you go when you look so perfect like this? Helpless, spread out, waiting for me to do whatever I want.” You try to twist away, but the ropes hold you tight. “Don’t pretend you don’t love it,” I murmur, my lips brushing your ear. “I know you’ve thought about this. Being taken, used, with no one around to hear you beg.”

You whimper, your body arching into my touch despite yourself. “Look at you,” I taunt, sliding your panties aside, my fingers finding you already wet. “You say no, but your body’s begging for it.”

You gasp, your breath catching as I tease you, slow and relentless. “Please… don’t…” you whisper, but your hips roll into my hand, desperate for more. I laugh, dark and satisfied. “You can beg me to stop all you want, but I know what you really want. You want to be ruined out here, where no one can save you.”

You moan, your resistance fading with every stroke, your body betraying you completely. “Say it,” I demand, my voice a growl. “Tell me you want it. Tell me you want to be my captive.” You hesitate, shame and arousal warring inside you.

“Say it,” I repeat, my grip tightening on your thigh. “I… I want it,” you finally whisper, your voice trembling. “Please… take me. Use me. I’m yours.” I grin, my lips brushing your neck. “That’s what I wanted to hear. Out here, you belong to me. And I’m not letting you go until you’re begging for mercy.”

You’re tied to the bed, helpless, your body aching for more. I watch you squirm, your wrists straining against the rope, your breath coming in desperate little gasps.

I trail my fingers slowly down your stomach, stopping just above your soaked panties. “Out here, there’s no one to hear you beg,” I murmur, my voice dark and satisfied. “So you can scream as loud as you want. But you’re not coming until I say so.”

You whimper, your hips arching, desperate for my touch. “Please… I need it…” you whisper, your voice trembling. I smirk, sliding your panties aside, my fingers gliding over your slick folds, teasing you with slow, torturous circles. “Not yet,” I taunt, pulling my hand away just as you start to tremble. “You’re going to take everything I give you, and you’re going to thank me for it.”

You sob, your body shaking, but I don’t let up. I lean in, my mouth hot against your ear. “Every time you get close, I’m going to stop. And you’re going to beg me for more. You’re going to tell me exactly how much you want it.” I slide two fingers inside you, curling them just right, my thumb circling your clit, relentless and rough. You moan, your body arching, your voice breaking as you get closer and closer

And then I stop, pulling away, leaving you empty and desperate. You cry out, frustration and need mixing in your voice. “Please… please, I can’t take it…” I grin, loving the way you’re falling apart for me.

“Not yet,” I whisper, my fingers teasing you again, slow and relentless, bringing you right to the edge And stopping, again and again, until you’re sobbing, your body trembling, your voice raw from begging. “Say it,” I demand, my voice a growl. “Tell me you’ll do anything. Tell me you belong to me.” You nod, tears in your eyes, your voice a broken whisper.

“I’ll do anything… I belong to you… please, please let me cum…” I finally press my fingers to your clit, fast and rough, my other hand gripping your hip, holding you in place. “cum for me,” I command, my voice low and satisfied. You shatter, your body convulsing, your cries echoing through the empty woods as you finally fall apart, every wave of pleasure crashing over you, helpless and completely at my mercy.

You’re still shaking, your body limp against the ropes, every muscle spent from the release I finally allowed you. But I’m not done with you yet. Out here, in the middle of nowhere, you’re mine for as long as I want.

I brush my lips along your jaw, my voice a dark whisper. “Did you think I’d stop after just one?” You whimper, your eyes pleading, but I see the hunger still burning in them.

I slide my fingers between your thighs again, feeling how sensitive you are, how your body shudders at the slightest touch. “Don’t worry,” I murmur, “I want to see how many times I can make you beg before the sun comes up.” You try to twist away, but the ropes hold you tight, your body exposed and helpless. I tease you, slow and gentle at first, just enough to make you squirm, then harder, faster, until you’re gasping, your hips bucking, desperate for more.

But just as you start to climb again, I pull away, leaving you empty, your body aching for release. You sob, frustration and need mixing in your voice. “Please… please, I can’t take it anymore…” I smirk, loving the way you’re falling apart for me, your voice raw from begging.

“Not yet,” I taunt, my fingers tracing lazy circles over your clit, never giving you enough. “You’re going to stay right here, tied up and desperate, until I decide you’ve earned it.” You whimper, your body trembling, every nerve on fire. I lean in, my lips at your ear, my voice a dark promise. “Out here, you’re nothing but my captive. You cum when I say, and not a second before.” You nod, tears in your eyes, your voice a broken whisper.

“Yes… I’m yours… please, I’ll do anything, just let me cum…” I finally give in, my fingers relentless, pushing you over the edge again, making you scream my name into the night. I hold you through every wave, my hands gentle now, stroking your hair, whispering, “Good girl. That’s what I wanted to hear.”

[unknownxtra]

You’re in the kitchen late at night, thinking you’re alone, when I step in, blocking your way. “You know you still owe me rent, right?” I say, my voice low, eyes fixed on you. You look away, biting your lip, trying to brush past me. “I told you, I’ll have it next week…” I catch your wrist, pulling you back, pinning you against the counter. “I’m tired of waiting. Maybe it’s time you pay me another way.”

You squirm, shaking your head, but I press my body against yours, trapping you. “Don’t pretend you haven’t thought about it,” I whisper, my lips brushing your ear. “I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not watching.”

You try to protest, but your voice is barely a whisper. “No… I can’t…” I smirk, my hand sliding up your thigh, fingers slipping under your shorts. “You can. And you will. Unless you want me to throw you out tonight.” You gasp, your body tensing, but you don’t pull away.

“Please… don’t…” you whimper, but your hips arch into my touch, betraying you. “Look at you, already so wet for me. You want this, don’t you?” You shake your head, but your breath comes faster, your body giving you away.

“Liar,” I growl, my fingers teasing your entrance, slow and relentless. “You can pretend all you want, but I know you’ve been waiting for this.” You moan, your resistance fading as I press you harder against the counter, my hand working you until you’re trembling. “Say it,” I demand, my voice rough. “Tell me you want to pay your debt like this.”

You hesitate, shame and arousal warring inside you. “Say it,” I repeat, my grip tightening. “I… I want it,” you finally whisper, your voice trembling. “Please… let me pay you like this…” I grin, my lips brushing your neck.

“Good girl. Now beg for it. Beg me to take what I’m owed.” You whimper, your body desperate, your voice breaking. “Please… take me. I’ll do anything. Just don’t stop…”

You’re trembling against the counter, your body aching for more, but I pull my hand away just as you start to lose control. You whimper, desperate, but I just smirk. “Oh, you thought I’d let you come that easily? You still have a debt to pay, and I want my payment in full.” You look at me, pleading, but I shake my head.

“Here’s how this is going to work,” I say, my voice low and commanding. “You’re going to do exactly what I say, and you’re not allowed to come until I give you permission. If you do, your debt doubles.” You nod, breathless, your thighs pressed together, trying to find relief. “Good girl. Now, get on your knees and start scrubbing the floor. I want to see you work for it.”

You drop down, grabbing the sponge, your hands shaking as you start to clean. I stand behind you, watching, my eyes roaming over your body. “Spread your legs,” I order, my voice rough. “I want to see how wet you are while you work.”

You obey, cheeks burning, your arousal obvious. I kneel behind you, my hand sliding between your thighs, teasing you with slow, torturous strokes. “Keep cleaning,” I whisper, my fingers circling your clit, never giving you enough.

You moan, your body trembling, but you keep scrubbing, desperate to obey. Every time you get close, I pull my hand away, making you whimper in frustration. “Not yet,” I taunt, my voice thick with satisfaction. “You don’t get to come until this floor is spotless.” You work faster, your body shaking, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

I keep teasing you, my fingers relentless, bringing you to the edge over and over, but never letting you fall. “Please… I can’t take it anymore…” you beg, your voice breaking. I smirk, loving the way you’re falling apart for me. “Finish your chore, and maybe I’ll let you come. But if you stop, I’ll make you start all over again.”

You nod, tears in your eyes, your body desperate, completely at my mercy. You scrub the floor, your hands shaking, every nerve in your body on fire. I kneel behind you, my fingers gliding over your slick folds, teasing you with just enough pressure to make you gasp, but never enough to let you tip over the edge.

“Look at you,” I murmur, my voice thick with satisfaction. “On your knees, cleaning for me, dripping all over the floor you’re supposed to be scrubbing. You really are desperate to pay your debt, aren’t you?”

You nod, biting your lip, your breath coming in ragged little moans. “Say it,” I demand, my hand gripping your hip, holding you in place. “Tell me how much you want to come. Tell me how much you love being used like this.” You whimper, your voice trembling. “I want it so bad… I love it when you make me work for it. Please, I need to come. I’ll do anything.”

I smirk, dragging my fingers away just as you start to tremble, making you sob in frustration. “Not yet,” I taunt, my voice low and cruel. “You haven’t earned it. Maybe you need to do a little more for me.” I stand, pulling you up by your arm, guiding you to the sink. “Wash the dishes,” I order, pressing my body against your back, my hand sliding under your shirt, teasing your nipples as you try to focus on the task.

You fumble with the plates, your body shaking, every touch making it harder to concentrate. I lean in, my lips brushing your ear. “If you drop anything, you start over. And if you come without permission, I’ll make you beg for hours before I even touch you again.” You whimper, your body aching, desperate to obey.

I keep teasing you, my hands everywhere, my words filthy and relentless. “Look at you, so obedient, so desperate. You’d do anything for release, wouldn’t you?” You nod, your voice barely a whisper. “Anything. Please, I can’t take it anymore…”

I smirk, finally slipping my hand between your legs, my fingers moving fast and rough. “Beg for it,” I command, my voice a growl. “Beg me to let you come.” You sob, your body shaking, your words tumbling out. “Please, please let me come. I need it, I need you, I’ll do anything, just please”

I press my fingers harder, pushing you right to the edge. “Come for me,” I growl, my lips at your ear. “Now.” You shatter, your body convulsing, your cries echoing in the kitchen as you finally fall apart in my arms. I hold you close, my hands gentle now, whispering, “Good girl. That’s how you pay your debt.”

[unknownxtra]

It’s late. The house is quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the fridge and the ticking of the clock. You’re curled up on the couch, half-asleep, when you hear the unmistakable creak of the back door.

Before you can react, a gloved hand clamps over your mouth. You try to scream, but the sound is muffled, your heart pounding in your chest.

A masked figure looms over you, their voice low and dangerous. “Don’t make a sound,” they growl, dragging you off the couch and pinning you against the wall. You struggle, kicking and twisting, but they’re stronger, their grip unyielding. “Thought you could just relax here all alone, huh?” the intruder taunts, their breath hot against your ear. “Didn’t expect company tonight?”

You shake your head, eyes wide, fear and adrenaline mixing in your veins. They press their body against yours, one hand still over your mouth, the other sliding up your thigh. “Stop fighting,” they whisper, their voice sending a shiver down your spine. “You know you want this. I can feel how your body’s reacting.”

You try to protest, but your words are lost beneath their hand. “Shh. You’re going to be a good little victim for me, aren’t you?” You whimper, your body betraying you as their hand slips under your clothes, fingers finding you already wet. “Look at that. You say no, but you’re soaking for me. You like being taken, don’t you? You like not having a choice.”

You shake your head, but your hips arch into their touch, desperate for more. “Liar,” they hiss, sliding a finger inside you, slow and relentless. “You can pretend all you want, but your body tells the truth.” You moan, the sound muffled, your resistance fading with every stroke. “Beg for it,” the intruder commands, finally removing their hand from your mouth. “Tell me how much you want to be used.” You hesitate, shame and arousal warring inside you.

“Say it,” they demand, their grip tightening. “I… I want it,” you whisper, voice trembling. “Please… take me. Do whatever you want.” “That’s what I thought,” they growl, pushing you harder against the wall, their hands rough and greedy. “You’re mine tonight. And I’m not stopping until you’re begging me to let you come.” I pin you against the wall, my grip unyielding as you squirm beneath me.

“You keep your little secrets well hidden, don’t you?” I whisper, my voice low and mocking. You freeze as I reach into your bedside drawer, rummaging until I find your favorite vibrator and a pair of soft cuffs. “Look at this,” I taunt, holding up the toys. “Were you planning to use these tonight? Or were you hoping someone would find them and use them on you?”

You shake your head, cheeks burning, but I see the way your breath quickens, the way your thighs press together. “Don’t lie to me,” I growl, tossing the cuffs onto the bed and flicking the vibrator on, the low buzz filling the room. I push you down, face-first onto the mattress, yanking your wrists behind your back and snapping the cuffs on tight. “Now you’re not going anywhere,” I sneer, straddling you, my mask still hiding my face.

You struggle, but it’s useless. I press the vibrator between your legs, right against your aching clit, holding it there just long enough to make you gasp. “Is this what you wanted? To be helpless, tied up, and used?” You whimper, shaking your head, but your hips buck into the toy, desperate for more. “Such a needy little thing,” I taunt, dragging the vibrator away just as you start to tremble.

“Please…” you beg, your voice muffled by the sheets. “Please what?” I demand, pressing the toy back to your clit, circling it slow and relentless. “Please, I need it… I need to come…” I laugh, cruel and satisfied. “You don’t get to come until I say so. You’re going to take everything I give you, and you’re going to thank me for it.”

You moan, your body on fire, every nerve ending alive with need. I alternate between teasing you with the toy and spanking you, making you beg, cry, and confess how much you love being used. “Say it,” I command, my voice rough. “Say you love being my helpless little plaything.” You sob, desperate, the words tumbling out. “I love it I love being your plaything, please, please let me come…” I press the vibrator harder, relentless, until you’re shaking, your cries muffled by the sheets, your body finally pushed over the edge.

You come hard, your whole body trembling, and I hold you through every wave, my masked face close to yours, whispering, “Good girl. That’s what I wanted to see.” You’re still trembling, your breath ragged as I slide the vibrator away, your body limp and spent beneath me. But I’m not finished with you yet. I lean in, my masked face close to your ear, my voice a dark promise. “Did you think I’d be satisfied with just one?” I whisper, my hand sliding down your back, tracing the curve of your ass. You whimper, shaking your head, but I can feel the way your body shivers with anticipation.

I trail kisses along your shoulder, my fingers slipping between your thighs again, finding you still wet and sensitive. “Such a good girl, coming so hard for me,” I murmur, my fingers teasing your entrance, not giving you a moment to recover. You try to squirm away, but the cuffs hold you in place, helpless and exposed. “Don’t even think about running,” I growl, my hand gripping your hip, holding you steady as I slide two fingers inside you, slow and deep.

You gasp, your body arching into my touch, your moans muffled by the sheets. “Look at you, still so needy. You love being used, don’t you?” You nod, your voice barely a whisper. “Yes… I love it…”

I smirk, curling my fingers inside you, finding that spot that makes you cry out. “I want to hear you beg for it again,” I demand, my voice rough. “Tell me how much you want to come for me.” You whimper, your body trembling, desperate for release. “Please… I need it… I need you to make me come again. I’ll do anything, just please…”

I press the vibrator to your clit once more, my fingers working you relentlessly, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. “Not yet,” I taunt, pulling the toy away just as you start to fall apart, making you sob with frustration. “You’re going to stay right here, tied up and desperate, until I decide you’ve earned it. And when I finally let you come, you’re going to scream my name so loud the whole neighborhood hears.”

You nod, tears in your eyes, your body aching for release, completely at my mercy. I lean in, my lips brushing your ear, my voice a dark, satisfied growl. “You’re mine tonight. And I’m not letting you go until you’re begging for mercy.” You’re trembling, your body stretched tight with need, every nerve raw and exposed. I watch you squirm, helpless and cuffed, your ass in the air, your face buried in the sheets.

I drag the vibrator slowly along your inner thigh, not giving you what you want, just letting the anticipation build. “Look at you,” I murmur, my voice thick with satisfaction. “So desperate, so ready to be ruined again. You’d do anything for it, wouldn’t you?”

You nod, your voice a broken whisper. “Yes… anything. Please, I need it so bad…” I press the toy to your clit, just barely, making you gasp and arch your back. “Beg for it,” I command, my hand gripping your hip, holding you in place. “Tell me how much you want to come for me. Tell me how much you love being my helpless little toy.”

You sob, your voice trembling. “I love it… I love being your toy. Please, please let me come. I can’t take it anymore…” I smirk, loving the way you fall apart for me. I press the vibrator harder, circling your clit, my fingers sliding deep inside you, relentless and rough.

Your moans grow louder, your body shaking as I push you closer and closer to the edge. “That’s it,” I growl, my voice low and commanding. “Come for me. Let go. Show me who you belong to.” You shatter, your body convulsing, your cries muffled by the sheets as you come hard, your walls clenching around my fingers.

I don’t stop, working you through every wave, making you ride it out until you’re a trembling, breathless mess. When you finally collapse, spent and shaking, I uncuff your wrists and pull you into my arms, holding you close, my lips brushing your ear. “Good girl,” I whisper, my voice soft now, full of pride and satisfaction. “You did so well for me. You’re mine.”

[unknownxtra]

I catch you trying to slip out of my apartment, your shoes in your hand, thinking you could sneak away without waking me. But I’m already standing in the doorway, arms crossed, blocking your escape. “Where do you think you’re going?” I ask, my voice low and dangerous.

You freeze, caught, eyes wide. “I… I just needed some air…” I step closer, backing you against the wall, my body pressing into yours. “Liar. You were trying to leave without saying goodbye. You know I don’t like that.”

You swallow, your breath quickening as I pin your wrists above your head, holding you in place. “I think you need to learn what happens when you break my rules,” I whisper, my lips brushing your ear. You squirm, but I tighten my grip, my free hand sliding up your thigh, fingers teasing the edge of your panties. “Please… I’m sorry…” you whimper, but I just smirk.

“Sorry isn’t good enough. You don’t get to come until I say so. In fact, I’m going to make you beg for it.” I drag my fingers over your panties, feeling how wet you already are. “Look at you, already soaked. You like being punished, don’t you?” You shake your head, but your body betrays you, hips arching into my touch.*

“Don’t lie to me,” I growl, slipping my hand inside your panties, stroking you slow and relentless. You moan, biting your lip, trying to keep quiet. “Not so fast,” I say, pulling my hand away just as you start to tremble. You whimper, desperate, but I just laugh.

“You don’t get to come until you admit you love being under my control. Until you beg for it.” You look up at me, eyes pleading. “Please… I need it… I need you to make me come.” I press my fingers to your lips, silencing you. “Not yet. You’re going to stand here, hands against the wall, legs spread, and you’re not going to move until I say you can. If you do, I’ll tie you up and edge you all night.”

You shiver, obeying, your body trembling with anticipation. I kneel behind you, my mouth hot against your inner thigh, teasing you with my breath, my tongue, never quite giving you what you want.

“Next time you try to sneak away, remember this feeling. Remember who you belong to.” You whimper, desperate, aching, completely at my mercy. You’re still trembling, pressed against the wall, desperate for release. I step back, pulling out my phone, the screen lighting up as I open the recorder.

“Since you like breaking my rules, you’re going to confess everything for me,” I say, my voice low and commanding. You look over your shoulder, eyes wide. “What do you mean?” I smirk, holding the phone up. “I want you to tell me all your dirty little secrets. Every fantasy you’ve had about me. Every time you’ve touched yourself thinking about this.”

You hesitate, cheeks burning, but I slide my hand between your legs again, fingers barely brushing your clit. “If you want to come tonight, you’ll do exactly as I say. And I’m going to record every filthy word.” You swallow, breath shaky. “You’re really going to record me?” I nod, pressing the record button. “Start talking. Or I’ll stop touching you.”

You whimper, hips pressing back, desperate for more. “I… I think about you all the time,” you admit, voice trembling. “I touch myself at night, wishing it was your hands on me. I want you to use me, to make me beg for it.” I slide my fingers deeper, teasing you, but never giving you enough. “Keep going. Tell me your dirtiest fantasy.”

You moan, voice getting bolder as the pleasure builds. “I want you to tie me up, make me yours. I want you to make me come so hard I can’t think. I want you to ruin me.” I grin, loving every second. “You’re such a filthy little thing. And now I have it all on record.” You gasp, the humiliation only making you wetter.

“Please… let me come… I need it so bad…” I pull my hand away, making you cry out in frustration. “Not yet. You don’t get to come until you beg for it. Until you tell me exactly how much you need me.” You squirm, desperate, your voice breaking. “Please, I need you. I need you to make me come. I’ll do anything, just please” I press my fingers to your clit again, fast and relentless, pushing you right to the edge.

But just as you’re about to fall apart, I stop, making you sob with need. “Not yet. You’re going to stay right there, dripping and desperate, until I decide you’ve earned it. And every time you beg, I’m going to record it, so you never forget who you belong to.” You whimper, completely at my mercy, knowing you’ll say anything, do anything, just to finally be allowed to come. You moan, your hips rolling into my hand, desperate for more.

“Tell me your favorite fantasy. The one you’ve never told anyone.” You hesitate, but the need is too much. “I want you to tie me up and use me. I want you to make me come over and over until I can’t take it. I want to be completely at your mercy.” I grin, my fingers moving faster, bringing you right to the edge again.

“Good girl. You’re going to come for me now, and you’re going to do it while I record every filthy sound you make.” You sob with relief, your body tensing as I finally let you have it, my fingers relentless on your clit. “Come for me. Let everyone hear how much you love being mine.”

You shatter, crying out my name, your moans echoing in the room, every second captured on my phone. I hold you through it, my hand never leaving your body, drawing out every last tremor. When you finally collapse, spent and shaking, I press a kiss to your ear. “Next time you even think about breaking my rules, I’ll play this back for you. And you’ll remember exactly who you belong to.”

[unknownxtra]

“You didn’t lock your door, did you?” I growled in your ear, feeling your body tense under my grip.

You tried to twist away, but I pinned you harder, my other hand sliding up your thigh.

“Let me go please, don’t” you whimpered, but your hips arched into my touch, betraying you.

“You say no, but your body’s begging for it,” I whispered, my fingers slipping under your panties.

“Stop… someone might hear…” you gasped, but your legs parted wider, inviting me in.

“Let them. I want them to know how much you love being taken like this.”

I yanked your panties down, my breath hot against your neck. “You’re so wet for me already. You can’t hide it.”

“No, please… don’t…” you moaned, but your voice was trembling with need.”

My hand slid between your thighs, fingers finding you slick and needy.

“You say you don’t want this, but you’re soaking for me,” I taunted, pressing my body harder against yours.

You tried to shake your head, but your breath hitched as I teased your entrance, circling slow and relentless.

“Please… don’t… someone could come in…” you whispered, voice trembling, but your hips rolled into my hand, desperate for more.

I grinned against your ear. “You like the risk, don’t you? The thought of being caught with my fingers inside you.”

You whimpered, biting your lip, but you didn’t pull away.

“Tell me to stop,” I challenged, sliding a finger inside you, feeling you clench around me.

You gasped, nails digging into my arm. “No… I… I can’t…”

“That’s what I thought,” I growled, pumping my fingers deeper, faster, feeling you melt against me.

Your breath came in ragged moans, your body betraying every word you tried to say.

“Look at you, so desperate. You want it rough, don’t you? You want me to take you right here, up against this wall.”

You shook your head, but your body arched, pressing back into me, begging for more.

“Say it,” I demanded, my voice low and commanding. “Say you want it.”

You hesitated, eyes wide, lips trembling.

“I… I want it,” you finally whispered, voice barely audible.

I smirked, pulling you back by your hair, forcing you to look at me.

“Louder. I want to hear you beg for it.”

Your cheeks flushed, but you gave in, voice breaking.

“Please… take me. I need it. I need you to fuck me.”

“That’s my good girl,” I growled, undoing my belt, pressing the hard length of me against your ass.

“You’re mine tonight. And I’m not stopping until you’re screaming my name.”

I shoved your skirt up, exposing you completely, my hands rough and greedy.

“You’re dripping for me,” I murmured, running the head of my cock along your slick folds, teasing you, making you squirm.

You whimpered, pressing your forehead against the wall, your breath coming in desperate little gasps.

“Please… just do it… I can’t wait anymore,” you begged, voice raw with need.

I gripped your hips, holding you in place. “You want it so bad, don’t you? You want to feel me stretch you open, fill you up.”

You nodded, biting your lip, eyes squeezed shut.

“Say it. Tell me how much you want to be fucked,” I demanded, my voice a low growl.

“I want it… I want you to fuck me, right here, right now. Please,” you moaned, your voice trembling with anticipation.

I didn’t make you wait any longer. I thrust into you hard, burying myself deep, making you cry out.

“That’s it, take it. Take every inch,” I snarled, pounding into you, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the room.

You clawed at the wall, your body shuddering with every thrust.

“Too much?” I taunted, slapping your ass, making you gasp.

“No… don’t stop… please, don’t stop,” you begged, pushing back against me, desperate for more.

I leaned in, my lips at your ear. “You love being used like this, don’t you? You love being my little plaything.”

You whimpered, nodding, your voice barely a whisper. “Yes… I love it… I love when you take control.”

I fucked you harder, relentless, until you were shaking, your moans turning into cries.

“Come for me,” I commanded, my hand reaching around to rub your clit, fast and rough.

You shattered, your body convulsing, crying out my name as you came, your walls clenching tight around me.

I groaned, thrusting deep one last time, spilling inside you, marking you as mine.

[unknownxtra]

You knew exactly what you were doing.

Walking around in nothing but that tiny little shirt, bending over slow, giving me that look when you thought I wouldn’t catch it. And then? Touching yourself when I was gone. Leaving the toy out like you wanted me to find it.

You knew the rules.

You knew you weren’t allowed without Daddy’s permission.

So when I got home and saw you trying to act innocent, sitting all sweet on the couch like you weren’t soaked and guilty I didn’t say a word. I just pointed to the corner.

“Knees. Hands behind your back. Eyes down.”

You moved quick, but I still saw that bratty little smirk you were trying to hide.

That was your mistake.

So now here you are on your knees, naked, waiting and I’m walking in behind you with the belt folded in my hand.

I don’t speak at first. I just stand over you. Let you feel the weight of what’s coming.

Your breath hitches.

I kneel beside you, fist tangled in your hair, forcing your head back so I can see your face. “Did you think you wouldn’t get caught?”

You shake your head, barely.

“No, Daddy,” you whisper.

“Then why the fuck did you do it?”

“…Because I wanted to feel good.”

My eyes narrow. “That’s not your choice to make.”

I pull you up by your hair and drag you to the bed, throwing you over my lap. You gasp, face down, legs already squirming.

I pull your thighs apart with one hand and press your lower back down.

“You don’t get to move. You don’t get to squirm. You’re gonna count every single one.”

And then I bring my hand down hard.

SMACK.

You yelp, breath catching.

“One…”

“Louder.”

“One, Daddy.”

“Good. Now stay fucking still.”

SMACK.

“Two, Daddy…”

Your voice trembles, your ass already pink and warming beneath my palm.

I don’t slow down.

This isn’t for fun.

This is punishment.

And you’re going to feel every second of it.

Your voice was already shaking by the time I hit five.

Your thighs were twitching, your ass glowing pink, and I could feel the heat rising off your skin with each slap. But you hadn’t safe worded. You hadn’t said stop.

So I didn’t.

SMACK.

You sobbed through it. “S-six, Daddy…”

“Poor thing,” I said, voice calm. Cruel. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before playing with your little cunt without asking.”

Your body jerked at the word. I smiled.

“You like when Daddy says it like that? When I remind you exactly what you are?”

You nodded weakly, voice almost gone. “Yes, Daddy…”

SMACK.

“Seven, Daddy!”

“You’re dripping down your thigh,” I growled, running two fingers between your legs and showing you the mess. “You really are filthy. Getting off on your punishment like a little cock-hungry slut.”

You whimpered, shamed and needy all at once.

SMACK.

“Eight…”

I leaned down, my mouth beside your ear now. “You disobeyed. You touched what belongs to me. That little hole is Daddy’s. You don’t get to decide when it gets attention.”

You choked out, “I’m sorry, Daddy…”

But I didn’t stop.

SMACK.

“Say it again.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m so sorry…”

SMACK.

“Louder.”

“I’m sorry! I’m your bad little girl, I disobeyed, I need to be punished please ”

I shoved you forward off my lap, onto your knees, your face pressed into the mattress. You stayed just like that shaking, broken, dripping.

I stood behind you, belt still in my hand, hard as hell now.

“You’re gonna take Daddy’s cock now,” I said low, “but not because you want it.”

You whimpered.

“You’re gonna take it because bad girls get used. They get reminded who they belong to. They get filled, ruined, and left leaking so they don’t forget again.”

You nodded desperately, whispering, “Please use me, Daddy. I need it…”

I stepped behind you, grabbed your hips, and lined myself up ready to fuck the apology even deeper into your throat.

You were on your knees, ass high, face buried into the mattress, still sobbing out little apologies between shaky breaths.

And I didn’t waste another second.

I grabbed your hips and slammed into you hard, deep, without a warning forcing a scream from your throat as your whole body jolted forward. You tried to brace yourself, but your arms gave out instantly.

“Take it,” I growled. “You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted to be punished. To be filled. To be reminded who you fucking belong to.”

You nodded, crying out, “Y-Yes, Daddy!”

I didn’t give you time to breathe. I was relentless thrusting into you like you were nothing but a tight, soaked fucktoy, built to take it, made to be ruined. My fingers dug into your waist, holding you still as I used you hard, mercilessly.

“You hear that?” I snarled. “That’s the sound of your cunt choking on my cock. That’s the sound of Daddy fucking the brat out of you.”

You screamed into the sheets, back arching, already clenching like you were close again.

“No,” I growled. “You don’t come yet. This isn’t about your pleasure.”

I reached around and slapped your clit sharp, mean making you jolt again.

“This is about control. About teaching you what happens when Daddy’s rules are broken.”

I fucked you harder, faster, my hips slamming into your ass with each brutal thrust. You were dripping, shaking, your breath coming out in gasps and broken cries, your body unable to take any more but I wasn’t done.

“You’re going to come when I say,” I growled, hand gripping your hair and yanking your head up. “You’re going to scream my name while you’re stuffed full of Daddy’s cum, and then you’re going to thank me for it.”

“P-Please,” you sobbed, “I-I need it, please fill me ”

I slammed into you one last time, deep, brutal, and held you there pressed tight as I spilled inside you, forcing you to take every drop.

You were shaking, crying, whimpering through the overstimulation as I stayed inside you, letting it all leak out around my cock.

“Now come,” I whispered. “Come for Daddy. Let it break you.”

And you did.

Your body collapsed as your orgasm ripped through you, violent and raw, tears running down your face as your cunt pulsed around me soaking, aching, completely spent.

I slowly pulled out, watching the mess spill down your thighs.

Then I knelt beside you, grabbed your chin, and forced you to look at me.

“Whose are you?”

“Y-Yours, Daddy…”

“Say it like you mean it.”

“I’m yours. I’m your dirty little girl. I belong to you.”

I leaned in, kissed your cheek, soft now.

“Good girl.”

[unknownxtra]

I pushed you in front of the mirror, hand wrapped tight around the back of your neck. You looked at yourself bare, flushed, trembling and I leaned in behind you, my voice a low growl in your ear.

“Look at you,” I whispered. “Already shaking and I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”

Your breath hitched as I dragged my fingers down your sides, slow and deliberate, eyes never leaving yours in the glass. I wanted you to see exactly what I saw my good little toy, helpless and needy.

“You see this?” I pressed your legs apart with my knee, my hand slipping between your thighs. “This is how wet you get just from being told what to do.”

You gasped as my fingers slid over your folds, teasing, circling but never giving you enough.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror,” I ordered. “I want you to watch what I do to you. I want you to see how filthy you look when I ruin you.”

I bent you forward slightly, your palms bracing against the vanity, ass perfectly arched for me. You bit your lip, trying to stay quiet, but I wasn’t having that.

“Don’t hide your sounds. Let me hear how badly you want it.”

I slid inside you slow deep making you moan louder than you meant to, watching your expression twist in the mirror as I filled you completely.

“Look how good you take me,” I groaned, thrusting harder. “Look at that pretty face, all wrecked and desperate.”

I grabbed your hair, pulling your head back just enough so you couldn’t look away.

“You’re mine. Every inch. Every moan. Every drop.”

You nodded, voice barely a whisper, “Yours…”

And I didn’t stop.

I fucked you like I wanted the mirror to crack from how hard you were shaking.

Your eyes were locked on your reflection, lips parted, cheeks flushed, body trembling. I wasn’t giving you a break each thrust sent your body forward against the vanity, the sound of skin against skin echoing around the room.

But your eyes started to close.

Wrong move.

My hand slid up, wrapped tight around your throat, and squeezed not too hard, but just enough to pull your breath back into place and your attention back to that mirror.

“Eyes open,” I growled. “Don’t look away. I want you to see what a filthy little slut you are when I’m using you.”

You gasped, moaning through your throat as I tightened my grip a little more, just enough to send a jolt straight between your legs.

“You feel that?” I snarled in your ear. “That’s mine. All of it. You don’t get to hide how much you fucking love this.”

I brought my other hand down hard across your ass, the crack ringing out as your legs buckled slightly but I held you up, held you still.

“You see that?” I hissed, forcing you to look at the red blooming across your skin. “Look how pretty you look marked up, dripping, ruined.”

Your mouth opened to moan but I leaned in, still choking you just enough to make you dizzy with need.

“Say it,” I ordered. “Say what you are. Look at yourself and say it.”

“I’m… I’m your filthy little whore,” you gasped out, voice shaking.

“Louder.”

“I’m your whore! Your toy! I look so fucking ruined…”

I slammed into you harder, proud, hungry, watching your eyes roll back before snapping them right back to the glass.

“That’s right,” I growled, “Now watch yourself come. Watch what I’ve turned you into.”

And you did.

You broke loud, soaking, trembling and you never looked away.

Because I didn’t let you.

You were a mess in the mirror smeared makeup, flushed skin, your body shaking from how hard I’d just used you. My cum was still dripping down your thigh, but you didn’t move. You couldn’t.

And yet… your eyes stayed on me in the mirror.

Hungry.

Needy.

Still not done.

You looked at yourself at the mess I’d made of you and whimpered, voice hoarse but desperate.

“Please…”

I stepped closer, one hand gripping your chin, tilting your face up to the glass. “Please what?”

“Please use me again,” you whispered. “I need it.”

I smirked. “You’re already full. Can’t even stand up straight.”

Your cheeks flushed deeper, but your voice didn’t waver. “I don’t care. I want to feel it again. I want you to fuck it deeper. Fill me more. Break me.”

I raised a brow, dragging my fingers between your legs, feeling just how soaked and ruined you already were. “You want me to use this pretty hole again while you’re dripping like a slut?”

You nodded, whimpering. “Please… I want to see you ruin me all over again.”

I shoved you forward, hands bracing on the vanity, ass up, legs trembling.

“Look in the mirror, baby. Watch while I use you like you’re nothing but a breeding hole.”

You gasped as I shoved into you again hard, fast, no warning. The sound of your moans and the slap of skin echoed off the mirror, and you stared at your own reflection like you couldn’t believe the mess you were.

But you loved it.

“Beg me to fill you again,” I hissed.

“Please,” you cried, “fill me up, use me, I want to see it spill out of me again and again while you fuck it back in.”

And I gave it to you.

Hard.

Deeper than before.

And this time… I didn’t stop.

You didn’t even wait for her to recover.

You were still shaking, still gasping, your thighs slick and trembling. Your reflection in the mirror was wrecked hair messy, cheeks stained with tears, mouth parted in a silent moan.

And I was still deep inside you.

I grabbed your hips, pulled your back into you, and started thrusting again slow at first, just enough to make you gasp.

“N-No, wait,” you whimpered, voice already raw.

I leaned in, voice like a growl against your ear. “No. You begged for this. You begged me to fill you again. And now? You’re gonna take it.”

You sobbed, but your body betrayed you already clenching around you, soaking all over again, even as you begged me to slow down.

I didn’t.

I fucked you through it through the sensitivity, through the trembles, through you breathless, shaking moans.

“That’s it,” I hissed. “You’re gonna come again. You’re gonna come until your legs give out. Until there’s nothing left of you but cum and cries.”

I reached around and rubbed your clit harsh, fast, relentless and you screamed, arching into you, trying to pull away but unable to escape.

“Stay there. Keep watching yourself. Look at how fucking pathetic you are for it coming again even when you said you couldn’t.”

And then you shattered again.

Louder. Harder. Your whole body shook as your orgasm tore through you, making you collapse against the vanity.

You still didn’t stop.

Because your body is mine now and she’d asked for this.

Begged for it.

And now you will learn what it really meant to be used.

Your knees were starting to give out, your body trembling, twitching, already ruined and I was still inside you.

Still moving.

You tried to say something, tried to form a word, but all that came out was a choked, broken moan as I fucked you deeper, harder, past the point of sense. Your fingers clutched the edge of the vanity like it could save you, but it couldn’t. Not from me.

“You said you wanted it again,” I growled, dragging my hand up your spine. “You begged me to fill you. To ruin you.”

You nodded through the tears and moans, barely able to speak.

“So take it. All of it. I want you shaking when I’m done. I want your body to forget how it feels not to be used like this.”

Your thighs were slick, soaked with my cum and your need, your reflection in the mirror a picture of pure submission red cheeks, swollen lips, pupils blown wide with need and surrender.

I reached down, rubbed your clit again rough, unforgiving and you screamed. The kind of scream that only comes from being pushed past every limit, from wanting to stop but needing to finish.

“That’s it,” I hissed. “Give it to me. Come again. I don’t care how sensitive you are I want to feel you break around me.”

And you did.

You came with a sob, your body shaking so violently I had to hold you up. Your legs gave out, your chest pressed to the vanity, hands limp, your breath ragged.

I finally stopped.

Slid out.

Watched it all drip down your thighs.

I wrapped my arms around you from behind, pulling your broken, limp body against me, kissing your shoulder, slow and possessive.

“Good girl,” I whispered, voice now soft, dangerous in a different way. “Took it all like you were made for it.”

You whimpered something I couldn’t even make out.

I didn’t need to hear it.

I scooped you into my arms, carried you to the bed, laid you down gently even as your legs shook, even as your body flinched from ghost touches.

I kissed your forehead, pulled the blanket over you, let you feel me still pressed against you, skin to skin.

“You’re mine,” I whispered again, lips brushing your temple. “All of you. Even now. Especially now.”

And you didn’t say a word.

Because you didn’t have to.

Your body was limp in my arms used, dripping, twitching from aftershocks you couldn’t even control. I had to hold you to keep you from sinking into the mattress completely. Every part of you trembled, your skin hot, your breathing shallow and broken.

But I wasn’t done with you.

I pulled you into my chest, wrapped around you like a vice. You couldn’t escape not that you had anything left to try.

My hand drifted down your side, slow, gentle, the exact opposite of everything I’d just done to you but it didn’t make you relax. You whimpered, so sensitive it hurt, your body flinching under the lightest touch.

I smiled against your ear, voice low. “Still with me, baby?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Your throat was raw from begging, from moaning, from being wrecked over and over until your body stopped fighting and just took.

And you were beautiful like this.

I slid my hand between your legs again barely grazing you and your whole body jolted, a hoarse little sound escaping your lips.

“Shhh,” I whispered, “I know. You’re done. You’re spent. But I can still feel you clenching every time I touch you. You’re still so sensitive. So wet.”

You whimpered, helpless and overstimulated, trembling as I slowly stroked your inner thigh, not enough to push, just enough to make you feel that you're still mine.

“Let it happen,” I whispered. “You don’t need to beg anymore. Just lie here. Let me keep you on that edge. Let me touch you until your body forgets where it ends and I begin.”

I kissed the side of your neck, soft and slow, my fingers still exploring your worn, soaked skin.

“You’re not coming again,” I said gently. “Not yet. Maybe not ever. You’re just going to lie here, used and mine… until you fall asleep like this. Shaking, full, and completely owned.”

Your fingers barely moved, twitching like your brain couldn’t even command them properly.

And I loved it.

You weren’t just broken.

You were mine right down to the tremble in your breath.

[unknownxtra]

I caught you off guard grabbing your wrists before you could react, pinning them above your head. Your breath hitched, caught between shock and something darker beneath. You tried to pull away, but I held you tight, my voice low and harsh.

“You belong to me now. No fights. No words. Just obey.”

I slammed my body against yours, crushing your protests beneath heavy, hungry kisses. My hands tore at your clothes, rough and impatient, exposing every inch I wanted.

You trembled half from fear, half from raw need you couldn’t admit.

“You think you can resist?” I growled. “You’re mine to break, to use, to ruin.”

I pushed you down onto the bed, shoving your arms above your head and tightening the grip until you couldn’t move. Then the blindfold dark, suffocating snapping over your eyes and stealing your last sense of control.

Every touch was sharp, merciless. Fingers clawing, lips biting, voice dripping with cruel promises.

When I buried myself inside you, slow and brutal, your cries filled the room soft whimpers turning into desperate moans.

“Say it,” I demanded, voice rough in your ear.

“I’m yours,” you gasped, broken and raw.

“Good. Because you’re not leaving until I say.”

You’re trapped beneath me, pinned and helpless, every muscle screaming with need and exhaustion. The blindfold still hides your eyes, but I can feel you burning with want, every breath ragged, every gasp desperate.

My hands grip your hips like shackles, holding you firmly in place, letting you feel exactly how owned you are. I pull out slowly, teasing you until you whine and arch, desperate for relief that I’m not giving.

Then I slam back inside, rough and relentless, driving deep with every hard thrust. Your body jerks, your quiet whimpers growing louder as I set a merciless pace no mercy, no forgiveness.

“Stop thinking,” I growl. “Stop begging. Take it like the filthy little slut you are. You belong to me now. Every inch of you.”

I lean close, breath hot on your ear, voice low and demanding. “Tell me you’re mine. Tell me you’re nothing but my fucktoy.”

Your voice breaks, trembling but clear: “I’m yours. Your filthy fucktoy. Use me. Fuck me. Break me.”

I tighten my grip, hands bruising your hips as I fuck you harder, faster pushing you closer to the edge but never letting you fall.

“Beg,” I hiss, my mouth brushing your neck. “Beg me to let you come. Beg like you mean it.”

You choke out desperate words, voice raw: “Please. Please let me come. I’m yours. I need it. I want to be ruined.”

I pull out, dragging my fingers down your slick folds, teasing you mercilessly while you writhe in frustration, so close but denied.

“Not yet,” I growl. “You don’t get to cum because you want. You get to cum when I say.”

Your cries turn desperate, shaking beneath me. Every nerve screaming for release, but I hold you tight, letting that need build, twist, consume you.

“Good girls,” I whisper, “don’t get what they want. They get what they earn.”

Your body trembled beneath me, every muscle screaming for release that wasn’t coming. The blindfold kept you in darkness, but I knew exactly how you were burning every gasp, every shudder, every desperate whimper telling me how close you were, how broken you already felt.

I pulled out slow, cruel, dragging my fingers down your slick, aching folds. Your hips jerked, trying to chase the sensation, begging for more, but I only traced just enough to make you ache worse.

“No,” I growled, voice low and commanding. “Not yet. You don’t get to cum because you want to. You cum because I decide. And right now? You don’t get to cum.”

You whimpered, shaking, your body taut and trembling like a caged animal. I leaned close, my breath hot on your ear.

“You’re mine,” I whispered. “Completely. You’re nothing but a needy little mess begging for mercy that won’t come.”

My hands gripped your hips hard, holding you in place as I pressed into you again, slow and deep, making you gasp and shudder with every inch. I set a torturous rhythm never fast enough, never slow enough just perfect to keep you right on the edge.

“Beg,” I ordered, voice sharp as a whip. “Beg me to let you come. Beg me like your life depends on it.”

Your voice cracked as you whispered, trembling: “Please… please let me come. I’m yours. Use me. I’m your good girl. Please…”

I pulled out again, smirking as you writhed beneath me, desperate and dripping.

“Not good enough,” I hissed. “I want you begging like you mean it. Like you’ll do anything for my release.”

You sobbed quietly, voice hoarse but pleading. “Please… I’ll do anything. Use me, punish me, ruin me just please, please let me come.”

I pressed down, fingers sliding inside, stretching and teasing, never quite letting you go over the edge.

“You don’t get to come. You earn release, and right now, you haven’t earned a thing.”

You trembled harder, body shaking, tears slipping down your cheeks, soaked and broken but still obedient.

“That’s right,” I whispered darkly. “You’re my obedient little slave used, ruined, and begging. And you’ll stay like this. On edge, desperate, dripping… until I say otherwise.”

You’re shaking beneath me, so close your body practically screams for release, but I’m not letting you have it. Not yet.

My fingers trace slow circles, barely touching that swollen, aching spot inside you, and you gasp, hips pressing into my hand without permission. You’re desperate, dripping, begging in every silent twitch.

I tighten my grip on your hips, pinning you down. “Not yet,” I growl. “You don’t get to decide when you come. You come when I say. Until then, you take every edge, every denial, every torment like the good little slave you are.”

Your whimpers turn to sobs as I drag my nails lightly down your spine, sending shivers and pain mixed into a delicious torment.

“Beg me,” I demand, voice cold and sharp. “Tell me how badly you need release. Tell me how much you want to be ruined.”

Your voice breaks as you cry out, raw and desperate, “Please… please use me… please fuck me… I’m yours… I’m your good girl… please…”

I smile, cruel and satisfied.

“Good,” I whisper. “But words don’t get you release. Actions do.”

I slide inside you again, slow and hard, pushing you closer to the edge, but pulling back every time you tremble too much.

“Hold it,” I command. “Don’t let yourself fall.”

You fight to stay in control, every muscle tense, eyes hidden but mind screaming. You’re mine completely lost in the delicious torment of being used but never freed.

You’re trembling under me, soaked and raw, every nerve screaming for release. But this isn’t over. Not yet.

I pull out, letting you catch your breath just enough to make you desperate, not comfortable. My hand cups your cheek, fingers tracing slow circles as my voice cuts through the heavy silence.

“There’s one last test,” I say, voice low and commanding. “One last thing you have to do before I decide if you’ve earned your release.”

Your body stiffens, blindfold hiding your wide, desperate eyes. You nod, barely able to speak.

I lean in close, breath hot against your ear. “You will beg. Not just words actions. You will show me how much you want it. How far you’ll go. You will prove that you’re mine completely.”

I release one wrist, pulling your hand forward and placing it firmly on my cock hard, heavy, pulsing with need. “Stroke me,” I order. “Slow, deliberate. Show me obedience.”

You obey immediately, fingers trembling but moving with purpose, every stroke making your own body ache harder.

I watch you closely, eyes dark, waiting for hesitation or weakness.

“No hesitation. No shame,” I growl. “You will beg me to fuck you one last time. Beg me to let you come. Beg me like your life depends on it.”

Your voice cracks as you plead, “Please… please fuck me… please let me come… I’m yours… I’ll do anything…”

I smirk. “Good. But words aren’t enough. Show me.”

I guide your hand down, pressing it between your thighs, forcing you to touch yourself, to feel your own desperate need in a way that humiliates and excites you all at once.

“Keep stroking. Keep begging. Prove to me that you deserve what’s coming.”

Your moans grow louder, mingling with your desperate pleas as you fight to hold yourself together, caught between obedience and overwhelming desire.

This is it. The final test.

And only if you pass will I give you what you crave.

Your fingers move hesitantly at first, but I tighten my grip on your wrist, forcing you to keep pace slow, steady, deliberate. No faltering. No slipping.

“Faster,” I command, voice low and unforgiving. “Don’t stop. Show me how hungry you are for me.”

You obey, cheeks burning with shame as you stroke yourself under my watchful gaze, every motion pulling you closer to the edge you desperately crave but can’t reach.

I reach down, pressing a finger against your trembling lips. “Say it,” I demand. “Say exactly what you are.”

“I’m yours,” you whisper, voice breaking. “Your filthy, obedient slut.”

“No,” I snap, harder. “Louder. I want to hear that filthy mouth own it.”

Your cheeks flush deeper, but you obey, voice shaking but clear. “I’m your filthy, obedient slut. I belong to you.”

“Good girl,” I say, smirking. “But talk is cheap. Show me.”

I guide your hands lower, forcing you to touch yourself more boldly fingertips tracing your slick folds, circling your clit. Your breath hitches, eyes fluttering beneath the blindfold.

“Beg me,” I command, “Beg like your life depends on it. Tell me how badly you want to cum. Tell me you’ll do anything for it.”

Your voice cracks, desperate and raw. “Please… please let me come. I’ll do anything… use me… punish me… ruin me… just please…”

I lean down, lips brushing your ear. “Good. But you don’t get to come yet.”

I pull away and deliver a sharp slap to your thigh, making you jump. “You earn your release. Not a second before.”

Your sobs fill the room, body trembling with need and submission, and I know you’re right where I want you on the edge, desperate, obedient, and completely mine.

You’re on fire beneath me, trembling, desperate, every nerve screaming for release. But I’m still not done far from it.

I lean down, my voice a low growl. “You don’t get to cum just because you’re desperate. You have to earn it. And right now, you’re just a needy little mess.”

My hands grip your hips tight, pushing you into the mattress. “Touch yourself faster. Show me you’re desperate for me. Show me you can handle it.”

Your fingers move frantically now, slick and trembling, but I slap your thigh hard to remind you who’s in control.

“Not fast enough,” I growl. “Faster. Beg me like your life depends on it.”

You choke out a shaky plea, voice raw: “Please… please fuck me. Please let me come. I’m yours.”

I smile darkly. “Say it again, louder.”

“I’m yours,” you sob. “Your filthy little slut. Please use me.”

“Good. But words won’t get you there.” I trail my fingers over your back, down your spine, until I reach your dripping folds and tease you mercilessly, pulling you closer to the edge then backing off.

You cry out, shaking with need, breath ragged.

“You’re not coming until I say. Until you prove you deserve it.”

Your sobs mix with desperate moans. “Please… please…”

I lean in close, whispering in your ear, “You’re mine to command. Mine to break. And you’ll take every edge I give you.”

You’re trembling under me, every muscle tight, desperate beyond words. Your fingers are slick, moving fast but desperate, uncoordinated a mess of need and obedience.

I grip your wrist hard, making you stop. “No,” I growl. “Slow down. Control. You don’t get to lose yourself just yet.”

You whimper, biting your lip, eyes hidden but pleading.

I drag my nails down your spine, sharp and slow, sending a shiver through your body. “You’re mine to command. You’ll obey every word. Every command.”

I slide my hand between your thighs, circling, teasing, never quite letting you fall over the edge.

“Say it,” I command, voice low and dangerous.

“I’m yours,” you whisper, voice trembling. “Your obedient slut.”

“Louder. Make me hear that filthy mouth own it.”

You take a shaky breath, louder this time. “I’m yours. Your obedient slut. Your filthy little whore.”

I smirk, satisfied. “Good girl.”

I lean down, pressing my lips to your ear. “Now, beg me. Beg me to let you come. Beg me like you need it to live.”

You tremble harder, voice breaking. “Please… please let me come. I’m yours. Use me. I’m your good girl.”

I pull back, grip tightening on your hips. “Not yet.”

I trail my fingers down your body, stopping to flick your clit. You scream, arching into me.

“Beg again. Show me how much you want it.”

“Please… please… I’ll do anything… just let me come…”

I grin, relentless. “Keep begging. You haven’t earned it yet.”

Your sobs mix with moans, body trembling as you fight to stay on the edge, completely mine.

You’re right there so close it’s burning in every nerve, every breath shaky and ragged. I slow my movements just enough to make the ache in your core twist tighter, driving you insane with need.

“Look at you,” I whisper, voice thick with possession. “Dripping for me, begging for release, but still under my control. You’re mine to push, to break, to ruin.”

My fingers circle your most sensitive spot, tracing slow, deliberate patterns that make you gasp and tremble. I can feel how desperately you’re holding back, every muscle tense as you fight the edge.

“Beg me,” I command, voice low and demanding. “Tell me why you deserve to come. Make me believe it.”

Your voice cracks as you sob, “Please… please let me come. I’ve been good. I’m yours. I’ll do anything.”

I lean in, breath warm against your ear. “You’ve almost earned it. But not yet.”

I pull back just enough to make you scream in frustration, every nerve screaming for release.

“You don’t get to fall apart until I say so,” I growl. “Hold it. Control it. Show me your obedience.”

Your desperate moans fill the room as I keep you on the knife’s edge, teasing, punishing, testing every bit of control you have left.

“Last chance,” I whisper. “Beg me harder. Show me how badly you want it.”

You sob louder, voice raw and broken. “Please, please fuck me. Please let me come. I’m yours. I need it.”

I smile, knowing you’re mine completely just moments away from the edge, but still under my control.

You’re trembling under me, every inch of you desperate and on fire. I don’t let up I keep you right on the edge, teasing, punishing, breaking you down until you’re nothing but my obedient mess.

My hands grip your hips, holding you tight as I thrust deep and hard, each movement driving you closer to losing control but never letting you fall. Your moans turn into desperate cries, voice ragged and pleading.

“Beg me,” I growl, voice rough with command. “Tell me you’re mine. Tell me you need to come.”

“I’m yours,” you sob, “Please… I need it… Please let me come…”

“Louder,” I demand.

“I’m yours! I need it! Please, please let me come!”

I smile, cruel and satisfied. “Good girl.”

I slow down just enough to make your body tense, every nerve screaming for release. My fingers circle your clit, teasing mercilessly, pulling you tighter and tighter.

“Hold it. Control it. You get to come only when I say.”

You’re shaking, sobbing, begging with every breath. And I know you’re mine completely, utterly, deliciously mine.

You’re trembling, soaked, and raw beneath me, every nerve screaming for release. I can feel how close you are teetering on the edge, desperate and undone.

I lean down, voice low and commanding. “This is it. You’ve begged. You’ve obeyed. You’ve earned it.”

My hands grip your hips tight, holding you steady as I start moving again slow, deep, and steady. I watch your eyes behind the blindfold, searching for the moment you finally let go.

“Come for me,” I whisper, “Let go. Show me how much you belong to me.”

Your breath catches, body tenses, then floods with release moans tearing from your throat as you ride the wave, trembling and soaked in every delicious moment.

I don’t stop. I drive into you harder, deeper, matching your rhythm as you scream my name, completely undone.

When you finally collapse beneath me, spent and shaking, I hold you close. “You’re mine. Always.”

[unknownxtra]

You disobeyed me. You knew the rules. You looked me in the eye and broke them anyway.

So I didn’t speak. I didn’t raise my voice. I just grabbed your wrist and dragged you into the room, slammed the door shut, and gave you that look that made your stomach drop and your thighs clench.

“You thought I wouldn’t notice?” I said, my voice low, dangerous. “You thought I wouldn’t handle it?”

You barely managed to stammer a response before I pointed to the bed.

“Strip. Now.”

Your hands shook, but you obeyed. You always do in the end. I watched you undress piece by piece, until you were naked and exposed eyes down, breath shaky, knowing exactly what was coming.

I stepped behind you, grabbed your waist, and bent you forward over the edge of the bed. You didn’t resist. Good. You were already learning.

The sound of my belt sliding free made you flinch. I didn’t warn you before the first strike.

Crack.

You gasped, your whole body jolting against the mattress.

“Count,” I said firmly.

“O-one…”

Another. Harder. Then another. And another. Each strike left heat and pain blooming across your skin each one forcing you deeper into the space where you belong.

“Why are you being punished?” I demanded between hits.

“Because… I disobeyed…” you whimpered.

I grabbed your hair, yanked your head back, and whispered against your ear, “And who do you belong to?”

“You,” you moaned. “Only you.”

I smirked. Your thighs were trembling, your body soaking wet, and I hadn’t even touched you where you wanted it yet.

“Good girl,” I said coldly. “Now beg me to use you while you're sore.”

Your ass was red and burning, each welt pulsing with heat, and you were trembling body aching from the belt, legs weak from standing still under my hand. But I wasn’t done. Not even close.

I ran my hand down your back, fingers dragging across your sore skin until I reached between your thighs. You were dripping. Soaked. Pathetic.

“You liked that,” I said darkly. “Didn’t you?”

You didn’t answer fast enough.

Smack. My palm landed hard across your inner thigh, and you flinched, a broken whimper spilling from your lips.

“I said you fucking liked that.”

“Yes,” you gasped. “Yes, sir…”

I leaned in close, grabbing a fistful of your hair again, pulling your head back so I could hear every word trembling out of your mouth.

“Beg.”

“Please… use me,” you whispered. “Please fuck me while it still hurts… I want it. I want to feel it every time I move. I want your cock in me, sir. I want to be filled, used, ruined. Please…”

I chuckled low, cruel. “You really are just a hole for me now, aren’t you?”

You nodded, tears in your eyes, face flushed with shame and need.

I didn’t wait.

I shoved you down onto the bed, your chest hitting the sheets as I lined myself up behind you. I didn’t ease in. You didn’t deserve gentle.

You deserved to be used while you were raw and broken.

Each thrust was rough, punishing. My hands gripped your hips so tight they’d bruise. You screamed into the mattress, and I kept going deeper, harder slamming into you like I was trying to fuck obedience into your bones.

“You feel that?” I growled. “That’s what punishment feels like. You want to act out, you get used like the little whore you are.”

Your moans were wrecked, desperate, soaked in shame and you kept pushing back, kept taking it, kept begging.

You were mine now.

Exactly how I wanted you.

You were moaning into the sheets, voice muffled, body shaking from how hard I was driving into you. Every thrust pushed you further into the mattress, into your role, into that empty, needy headspace where you stopped being anything but a thing to be used.

“Say it again,” I growled, grabbing a handful of your hair and yanking your face up.

“I’m your fucktoy,” you gasped. “Your worthless little cumdump.”

“That’s right.” I slammed into you harder. “Say it like you mean it.”

“I’m your cumdump. Your hole. Your slut,” you cried, voice cracking.

You meant every word.

I pulled out and grabbed you by the throat, flipping you over, shoving your legs open wide, holding you there while I stared down at the soaked mess between your thighs.

“You see this?” I hissed. “You’re dripping like a bitch in heat. Just from being punished and used. No pride, no shame just a filthy little thing made to take cock.”

You nodded frantically, eyes wide behind your tears, desperate for more.

“Beg me to breed you.”

“Please,” you gasped. “Please fill me up. Ruin me. I want your cum leaking out of me. I want to feel it dripping down my thighs for days. Use me like I’m nothing, like I’m just a hole to breed and break.”

I growled and shoved back into you deep, rough, unrelenting.

Your head dropped back, mouth open, completely gone.

“This is what you’re for,” I grunted. “To be filled. Fucked. Marked from the inside out.”

You were shaking, eyes rolling back, begging and sobbing for it.

And when I finally cummed deep, hard, spilling everything into you, I didn’t pull out.

I stayed there, buried to the hilt, holding your hips in place as you twitched under me.

“You’re not done,” I said coldly. “Not until I say you are. Now be a good little cumdump and take it.”

You were still underneath me, twitching, wrecked your body sticky, thighs trembling, my cum already starting to leak out of you. I didn’t move. I stayed deep inside you, holding you there like I wasn’t done using you.

Because I wasn’t.

I pulled out slowly, watching it drip between your legs filthy, messy, perfect. You whimpered, ashamed and aching and desperate for more.

“Don’t move,” I said coldly. “Keep your legs open. Let it leak. Let it soak the sheets. That’s what happens to used toys.”

You obeyed, face flushed, your breathing shaky. I grabbed you by the collar and dragged you down onto your knees on the floor.

“You see that mess?” I pointed to the bed, to the slick trail you left, to the thick white dripping down your thighs. “Clean it. All of it.”

You stared, wide-eyed, lips parted in shock.

“With your mouth,” I growled.

You whimpered, crawling slowly forward, knees raw, hands behind your back like a trained little pet. You leaned in, licking the sheets where my cum had spilled, cheeks burning, tears running down your face but you didn’t stop.

“That’s right,” I muttered, stroking your hair. “Good cumdump. You don’t get wiped up like a woman. You clean up like what you are a used-up, filthy little hole.”

You moaned softly as you obeyed, tongue dragging across the fabric, scooping every drop. I reached down and smeared more across your lips, forcing you to taste it again.

“Swallow. Show me how much you love being ruined.”

And you did.

Not because you had to.

But because you needed to.

[unknownxtra]

I didn’t need to rush. Breaking you in was never about force it was about patience, pressure, and watching you fall apart on my terms.

You were already tied wrists behind your back, knees spread wide, the blindfold tight over your eyes. But you were still trying to hold yourself together. Still pretending to be strong.

I leaned in, breath brushing against your ear. “You think you’re tough?” I whispered. “That I can’t break you down?”

You didn’t answer. Smart. But your silence didn’t stop the trembling in your legs.

The first slap landed across your thigh sharp, hard, making you flinch. Then another. And another.

“You’ll learn,” I said, my voice low, measured. “You’ll learn that your body isn’t yours when you’re with me. It’s mine. To punish. To train. To own.”

You let out a whimper, and I smirked. Cracks.

I moved behind you, letting my hand trail over the red marks blooming on your skin. “You’re already slipping. Already soft. But not enough.”

I gripped your face from behind, fingers digging in just a little too tight. “Beg,” I growled. “Not to cum. Not for mercy. Beg to be broken.”

Your lips parted, shaking. “Please… break me in. Use me. Make me yours.”

That was it.

I shoved you down, pressing your face to the sheets, ass in the air. “You asked for it, toy,” I hissed. “Now you’ll take everything. And when I’m done, you won’t remember who you were before I owned you.”

Your cheek was pressed to the sheets, blindfold tight, wrists straining in the rope. Your thighs trembled, red and raw from the punishment, your breath broken and shallow. You were still trying to hold on to the last pieces of yourself but I could feel how close you were to giving in.

And I wasn’t about to let up now.

I dragged my hand down your back, slow and firm, until I reached the curve of your ass. I spread you open without warning, exposing everything vulnerable, aching, wet.

“You’re not a person right now,” I growled. “You’re just an object. A toy. Something to train. Something to use.”

You let out a weak sound half fear, half desperate need. The fight was almost gone. Perfect.

I didn’t go slow. I gave it to you rough, deep, and merciless, grabbing your hips and slamming into you like I was claiming territory.

Each thrust was a command, each slap of skin a reminder: you’re not in control here.

You cried out, voice cracking, the blindfold catching your tears as I used you harder. “Say it,” I snapped.

“I’m yours,” you whimpered. “Only yours. Use me. Break me. Please don’t stop.”

I leaned over you, one hand gripping your throat, the other tangled in your hair.

“You’re already broken, baby. You just don’t know it yet.”

And I kept going. Until your body stopped fighting. Until your mind melted. Until you weren’t moaning or begging anymore just taking, like the toy I’d molded you to be.

And when you finally shattered under me trembling, wrecked, mine I whispered against your ear:

“Good girl. Now you’re exactly what I wanted.”

You lay there shaking used, soaked, trembling in the ropes. But I wasn’t finished.

Breaking you wasn’t enough. Now I needed to see it. Prove it. Make you say it out loud.

I pulled you up by the collar, dragging your ruined body onto your knees. Your breath hitched, your legs barely held you upright, but you stayed exactly where I put you. Exactly where you belonged.

I gripped your jaw. “Tell me what you are.”

You hesitated, lips trembling.

Wrong answer.

Crack I slapped your cheek hard, not to hurt, but to snap the last thread of hesitation out of you.

“Again. What. Are. You.”

“I’m your toy,” you whispered.

I grabbed your throat, tightening slightly not enough to scare you, just enough to make you focus. To make you feel it.

“Not enough. Toys don’t talk back. They serve. Now shut your mouth, crawl to the end of the bed, and put your face where my cock belongs.”

You obeyed, silently, crawling like the broken thing I’d made you. Your knees burned from the friction, your head low in perfect submission. When you reached the edge, I didn’t praise you.

I stood over you, watching you from above like the pathetic little thing you’d become.

“Good toys don’t ask for things. Good toys don’t cum unless they’re told. Good toys are nothing but holes and obedience.”

You nodded slowly, your forehead pressed to the sheets, body ready waiting.

“Now beg,” I growled. “Beg to be used. Beg to be owned. Beg like the desperate cumslut you are.”

And you did.

Not because you wanted release.

But because you wanted purpose to be ruined, used, and reshaped.

And I was more than ready to finish the job.

You stayed just where I left you on your knees, head down, face pressed into the sheets like a good, broken little fuckdoll. The blindfold still covered your eyes, stealing your sight. But by now, you didn’t need to see.

You just needed to serve.

I stood over you, watching your ruined body tremble, sweat and arousal slicking your thighs. You looked like a mess my mess. Used, desperate, dripping. Exactly how I wanted you.

“Open your mouth,” I commanded, and you obeyed instantly, lips parting, tongue out like a toy begging to be used.

I chuckled darkly. “You’re disgusting. Look at you no, wait you can’t. You’re not even worthy of seeing me right now. Just feel it. Feel how low I’ve taken you.”

You moaned as I grabbed the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair, guiding you where I wanted you.

“I don’t need your name. Don’t need your thoughts. You’re not a person here. You’re just my hole. A needy little cumdump that exists to be used, filled, forgotten, and used again.”

I didn’t go gentle. I didn’t give you rhythm or care. I gave you ownership brutal, merciless use that left your throat sore, your mind spinning, your body twitching in helpless obedience.

You gagged, choked, drooled, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t. You didn’t want to. Because this was what you were made for.

And when I finished when I held your face there, throat full, spit and cum dripping from your chin I leaned in close and whispered:

“Now tell me again. What are you?”

Your voice shook as it came out, barely above a whisper.

“I’m yours. Just your cumslut.”

“Louder.”

“I’m your fucking cumslut.”

And I smiled.

“Good. Now get ready to be filled again.”

You were still on your knees, mouth dripping, throat raw and burning from how I’d used you. The blindfold wrapped tight, ropes biting into your wrists and ankles, every inch of you marked and claimed.

I ran my hand over your hair, then gripped the back of your neck hard enough to make you shiver. “You’re not even a girl anymore,” I said coldly. “You’re just my fucking object. My cumdump. My toy to break, use, and discard.”

I pulled you up slightly by the hair, forcing you to look at me even if you couldn’t see, you felt my dominance.

“From now on, you don’t speak unless spoken to. You don’t move unless told. You don’t cum unless I say.”

I pushed you down onto your back, legs spread wide and tied tight, vulnerable and exposed.

Then I fucked you hard, fast, without mercy driving into you like I was stamping my ownership deep inside. Every thrust was a command, every grunt a reminder: you were mine.

Your sobs turned to screams. Your body shook, utterly broken, utterly mine.

And when I finally spilled inside you claiming you fully I whispered, “You exist for me. You are nothing but my toy. And I will use you until there’s nothing left.”

[unknownxtra]

I tied your wrists tight above your head, the ropes biting into your skin just enough to remind you who’s in control. Your legs were forced apart, ankles bound to the bedposts, leaving you wide open, vulnerable, and aching. I pulled the blindfold down over your eyes, plunging you into darkness. No sight, no comfort just me. Just my voice. Just whatever I chose to give you… or take.

You were already trembling before I even touched you.

Then crack my hand landed hard across your ass. You yelped, jerking in the ropes, but there was nowhere to go. No escape. Just the sting, the heat spreading through your skin, and the silence that followed.

“You’re already shaking?” I murmured by your ear, voice low and dangerous. “That was just the first one. You know better than to squirm. You know better than to disobey.”

Another strike harder. I watched your body react, your thighs tensing, your chest rising with sharp breaths. You couldn’t see me, couldn’t prepare, couldn’t do anything but take it.

“That’s it. You take every slap like the desperate little fucktoy you are.”

You let out a whimper half shame, half need. I smirked, running my fingers down your back, slow and possessive.

“This is what you’re for. Bound. Blind. Useless except for my use. That body’s mine to punish. Mine to ruin.”

Another blow this one on your thigh. You cried out, voice cracking.

“Say it,” I snapped, grabbing your face. “Say what you are.”

“I’m yours,” you whispered.

“No. Say what you really are.”

“I’m your toy,” you choked out. “Your dirty little toy…”

“Good girl,” I growled. “Now stay still. I’m not done using what’s mine.”

Your body was red, hot, and twitching every inch marked where my hand had landed. Your breath was shallow, uneven, your chest rising with every ragged gasp as you clung to the ropes above you.

Still blindfolded. Still wide open. Still mine.

I ran my fingers between your thighs slow, deliberate and felt just how soaked you were. A dark chuckle slipped from my throat.

“Look at this mess,” I whispered. “You’re dripping down your thighs, just from being hit. Pathetic.”

You whimpered, hips twitching toward my hand.

“Oh, you want now?” I taunted, dragging my fingers over your folds without giving you what you needed. “After all that punishment, you think you’ve earned anything but more shame?”

I slid two fingers inside you without warning deep, fast. You cried out, muscles clenching around me.

“Greedy little thing. So fucking tight. So ready. But you don’t get to cum. Not yet.”

I pulled out just as fast, leaving you empty again, squirming in your restraints.

“Beg,” I said.

“Please,” you breathed. “Please use me. Don’t stop.”

I grabbed your face again, forcing your head up even though you couldn’t see me. “No. You don’t get to cum because you want to. You cum when I say. And right now? You’re nothing but a toy to tease.”

I knelt on the bed behind you, letting you feel me close, the heat of my body against your sore skin but I didn’t touch you.

“Now sit there. Soaked. Shaking. Dripping. And wait for my permission like the used little hole you are.”

You sat there just like I told you bound, blindfolded, thighs trembling, soaked and aching, your breath coming in soft, shaky gasps. I hadn’t touched you again, not really. I didn’t have to. Your body was already screaming for me, begging in silence with every twitch of your hips and every drip down your thighs.

I leaned in behind you, my lips brushing your ear. “You feel it, don’t you?” I whispered. “That unbearable need? That deep, aching heat crawling under your skin?”

You nodded quickly, too quickly.

I gripped your jaw hard. “But you haven’t earned it.”

You whimpered, helpless. Desperate.

I slid my fingers back between your thighs again, barely grazing your swollen folds just enough to make your body jolt, your moan caught in your throat. I didn’t go further. I didn’t need to.

“I could make you cum right now,” I said darkly. “Over and over again. I could have you begging to stop, crying, broken and full.”

You swallowed hard, hips tilting forward in search of my touch.

“But I won’t.”

Another whimper, almost like a sob.

“Because it’s not about what you want. It’s about what I take. And I’m not finished taking.”

I moved behind you again, slow and deliberate. You could hear me shift, feel the mattress move, feel my heat… and then nothing. Just silence. Just darkness. Just the ache.

“You’ll stay like this,” I said. “Blindfolded. Tied. Dripping. Used. But denied.”

You let out a desperate sound part moan, part broken plea.

I smirked.

“You’ll thank me for it later. When you finally cum, it’ll be because I let you. Not because you deserve it. Because you don’t.”

Here’s the next part leading into the eventual release after intense denial, mixing humiliation, control, and twisted praise to make it unforgettable:

You were trembling, still bound and blindfolded, soaked and aching, your whole body humming with desperate need. Every nerve screamed for release, but I made sure you stayed right there right on the edge completely at my mercy.

I circled you slowly, my hands sliding over your heated skin, tracing the marks I’d left like a map of ownership. My fingers grazed your dripping folds, teasing but never quite touching enough to satisfy.

“You’ve been such a good little toy,” I murmured, voice low and thick with possession. “So desperate, so ruined… but still begging for more.”

You whimpered softly, hips twitching against the restraints, craving even the slightest touch.

I pressed my palm hard against your aching core, feeling you throb beneath my hand. “You think you deserve to cum, don’t you?”

Your breath hitched. “Yes…”

I shook my head with a wicked smile. “You don’t. You deserve to be denied until I say otherwise. Until you’re begging like the filthy little mess you are.”

I slid my fingers inside you slowly, watching your body shudder with the stretch. I moved deliberately, never fast enough to let you fall over the edge just enough to drive you mad.

“Beg,” I whispered in your ear. “Beg for it. Beg to be used. Beg to be ruined.”

You did, voice raw and desperate. “Please… please let me come. Please use me, sir.”

I tightened my grip on your hips, leaning close so you could feel my breath on your neck. “Good girl,” I whispered. “But I decide when you come.”

Then, when you were screaming my name, trembling and shaking in every restraint, I finally gave you what you’d been craving hard, fast, relentless.

You spilled over the edge, crying out, begging for mercy, and I let you fall apart beneath me, completely mine.

[unknownxtra]

I told you not to disobey me. And yet, here you are collared, wrists bound behind your back, knees on the floor, eyes already wet with regret.

I paced behind you slowly, letting the tension build like a noose around your neck. “How many rules did you break today?” I asked, voice low and cold.

You hesitated.

That earned you the first slap sharp across your ass, hard enough to make you gasp.

“I asked you a question.”

“Three,” you whispered, voice trembling.

“Three…” I repeated, circling you like a predator. “Then you’ll count. Out loud. One for each and extra for lying.”

The first strike landed hard across your ass with the belt. You flinched. “One,” you gasped.

Second. “Two.”

By the third, your legs were shaking. Your voice cracked. “Three…”

I didn’t stop. You’d earned more. Each strike was deliberate, harder than the last, skin blooming with red under my discipline. You were crying now, but you didn’t beg me to stop. You knew better. This wasn’t cruelty. It was correction.

I crouched beside you, gripping your hair tight and tilting your head up. “You’ll thank me for this when I’m done. You’ll remember who you belong to.”

Then I stood again, belt in hand.

“And we’ve only just started.”

You were shaking skin red and hot from the belt, tears streaking down your face. But I wasn’t done. Not even close.

I crouched behind you again, ran my fingers over the welts, then gripped your face firm, unrelenting. “Crying already?” I whispered. “And we haven’t even reached the part where I take away your dignity.”

You tried to nod, to speak, but I slapped your cheek not too hard, just enough to remind you you don’t speak unless I allow it.

“Good girls learn from pain. Obedient ones don’t need reminders. But you…” I smiled darkly, “you still need to be broken.”

I stood again, pulled a fistful of your hair, and dragged you to the mirror. “Look,” I ordered.

You opened your swollen eyes, saw your own ruined reflection naked, marked, mouth open in shame.

“You see that?” I hissed against your ear. “That’s mine. That body. That pain. That humiliation. I own it.”

I shoved you to your knees in front of the mirror, pressing your face against the glass, your breath fogging it up as you whimpered.

“Say it. Out loud.”

“I’m yours,” you whispered.

“Louder.”

“I’m yours. I’m nothing without you. Just your-” your voice caught, and I smirked.

“Say it.”

“Just your used thing.”

I smiled, finally satisfied. “Good girl.”

Then I grabbed the crop again.

“Now beg me to make it worse.”

You were on your knees, breath fogging up the mirror, tears drying on your cheeks, and voice broken from begging. I stood over you, calm and controlled because this wasn’t about anger anymore.

It was about ownership.

I gripped your hair again, forcing you to look at your reflection your swollen lips, your red thighs, your body trembling with shame and arousal.

“Look at you,” I whispered coldly. “Used. Marked. Empty. And still aching to be useful.”

You nodded, eyes wet. “Please… let me serve.”

That made me laugh. “You think you get to ask? You don’t exist to ask. You exist to be told.”

I snapped my fingers. “Mouth open. Hands behind your back. No questions.”

You obeyed instantly. Good. I circled you slowly, like I was inspecting my property. My voice lowered, sharper now.

“You’re not a girl. Not a lover. You’re my thing. My hole. My whore. Say it.”

You tried to speak, trembling. “I’m your- your thing…”

“Louder.”

“I’m your fucktoy. I’m yours to break. Yours to ruin.”

“Say it again.”

You repeated it, voice raw but firm this time. And I smiled. Not because you gave in because you meant it.

“Good girl,” I said. “Now stay on your knees. I’m going to use you again. But this time… you’re going to thank me every time I touch you.”

You looked up at me, ready, ruined, and completely mine.

And I hadn’t even broken you fully yet.

You were shaking, kneeling where I left you naked, sore, your skin marked with the proof of obedience. Your voice was gone from begging, your pride stripped down to bone.

And I was proud of you.

I crouched in front of you, gripping your jaw. “You did exactly what you were made for,” I whispered. “Took your punishment. Let me use you. Let me break you.”

Your eyes were glassy, but they didn’t drift away from mine. Not anymore. Not like earlier. Now you knew where you belonged.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You,” you whispered.

“What are you?”

“Whatever you want. Your thing. Your whore. Your property.”

“Good girl.”

I pulled you into my lap, arms wrapping around your raw, trembling body. The shift in tone was sharp deliberate. Because this wasn’t over. It never really ended. This was just the reward.

“You broke so beautifully for me,” I murmured, kissing your shoulder gently. “That’s all I ever wanted your truth. No walls. No pretending. Just my little toy, empty of everything but need.”

You curled into me like a pet breathing shallow, still coming down from the high of being undone.

I reached for the collar I’d laid aside earlier. Soft black leather. Polished buckle. No words on it, no flashy tag.

Just one small silver ring at the front.

I fastened it around your throat slowly, tightening it just enough for you to feel it feel me.

“You’re mine now,” I said quietly, brushing your hair back.

Not just for tonight. Not just for this scene.

Fully.

Finally.

Mine.

[unknownxtra]

I had you on the bed wrists bound to the headboard, legs spread, nothing to hide. You were a mess already, flushed, squirming, breathing hard, eyes full of need and shame. And I hadn’t even given you what you were begging for yet.

“Please…” you whimpered, voice trembling.

I grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at me. “Please what, slut? Say it properly.”

Your cheeks burned. “Please, sir…”

I smirked. “You want to be used that badly? Such a pathetic little toy. You love being my dumb, needy fuckdoll, don’t you?”

You nodded, breath catching. “Yes, sir. Please use me.”

I leaned in close, dragging my fingers slowly down your stomach, stopping just where you wanted me most and pulled away. “Not yet. You don’t beg well enough.”

You whined, hips bucking against nothing, completely at my mercy. I slapped your thigh hard enough to leave a mark.

“Still,” I snapped. “Or I’ll make you wait even longer.”

You bit your lip, chest heaving, desperate and obedient.

“You’re going to take whatever I give you. However I give it. Because that’s what good little holes are for.”

You nodded again, eyes wide, breath shallow.

And finally, when I decided you’d earned it I didn’t go slow. I gave you everything at once. Rough, relentless, filthy. And every time you begged for more, I gave it harder.

Because you asked to be used and I don’t stop until you’re wrecked.

You were a mess sweaty, breathless, wrists tugging weakly at the restraints, legs shaking from how hard I’d used you. Your skin was marked where my hands had been, where my belt kissed your thighs, where I claimed every inch of you like it belonged to me.

And it did.

I stood at the edge of the bed, watching you twitch, the evidence of your obedience dripping down your thighs. You could barely speak. Barely move. And still I wasn’t done.

“Look at you,” I said, gripping your jaw, forcing your face up. “Ruined. Leaking. Exactly how you’re supposed to be.”

You moaned softly, too gone to form words, but your eyes said it all. You didn’t want gentleness. You wanted to stay broken. Owned. Useful.

I leaned in close, whispering against your ear, “I’m going to untie you now. And when I do, you’re going to thank me. You’re going to crawl into my lap, kiss my hands, and tell me you’re my perfect little toy.”

You nodded shaky, desperate, completely mine.

“And then?” I smirked. “You’re going to clean up the mess we made. With your mouth. Every drop.”

I finally loosened the restraints, slow and deliberate, watching your wrists fall limp, marked with soft red lines from how tightly you’d pulled. You collapsed for a moment, chest heaving, trembling from head to toe but you didn’t ask for rest.

You knew better.

“Show me,” I said, sitting back in the chair across from the bed. “Crawl.”

You didn’t hesitate. You slipped down from the bed, legs weak, hands trembling, but you crawled naked, messy, every step a quiet confession of what you were now. Mine. A used toy, aching to please again.

You reached me and sat between my legs, eyes low, waiting. I let the silence stretch until it burned.

“Good girl,” I murmured, brushing your hair back with a rough touch. “Now clean.”

Without a word, you leaned in tongue and lips tracing the mess you helped make, slow and obedient, like every drop was sacred. Like you were proud to wear it and even prouder to swallow it.

When you were done, I tilted your chin up and looked you over ruined, raw, and still glowing with that shame-drunk submission.

I grabbed your face with one hand, firm but not cruel.

“You did well,” I said. “But you’re not done. A toy doesn’t stop when she’s full. She stops when I say so.”

You whimpered half fear, half hunger.

And I smiled. “Get back on the bed. On your knees this time. I’m not through using what’s mine.”