…. I had time for you today

Although this power dynamic is what it is, my submissive entity, you had your way. Nervous, thats what you tell me. It’s your first time, and I’m here to liberate it. The thought of being in various positions, the sweet feeling you’ve explored alone in your bedroom is here.

All in leather I open the door casually, you’ve been a good boy up until then and I hope to reward your intentions with deep submission. Boots that ríde thigh securely, you cant help but to wonder what size are they. So long and fitting, how could a company make a shoe for such an evil and blood lust Queen. Mind racing before we begin; You’re scared to be here. Brushing past me I usher you in, making light conversation while i guide you to the desired room. A red light pours into the hall and its almost warm as we walk through, the smell of vanilla and lavender fills your nostrils. Theres two beds present and you can’t help but wonder which one will you be devoured in. Paintings and pictures of the Goddess before you decorate the wall in, some tasteful and passionate others scary. One that catches the eye is where a hooded skinny manlike figure is nude and chained on all fours to the floor as she towers above. An all red catsuit painted on hugs her fit figure, and in hand looks to be a stick with an appendage. She’s shoeless, but sturdy. Focus is engraved in her face and its almost demonic, the slave looks slumped almost drained. This evil bitch has taken his innocence and shes almost smiling it seems like in the photo. “What am I doing here?” You think and turn around. She’s been watching you, the this witch has been watching you the whole time. And its almost like she is smiling, pure evil. “Why did i give in to my cowardly desires?”

Look at this fucker, he’s almost shaking. Watching you squirm and take in the environment is my entertainment. It’s time that I leave the imprint that’ll warm your in-trails every time you think of it. “I want you to unclothe quietly and face me,” shifting the curious slut before me infront of the milking table back facing wall. I have to look you in the eye, to read and to plan how I want to consume your aching soul. I whisper “they don’t have to know, but you will and I’m glad that you’re here,” as the soft hood slips over your head and darkens the room. Eye sight gone its time your mind paint the scene in this room as your body be the tool to the art we create today.

You feel two hands on your shoulder guiding you to face the bed and wall instead. Nails. Nails running down your back, stimulating your spine and your dick pumps. Fuck, What the fuck is happening? Why Am I Here? The thoughts keep racing. Encouraged to bend forward and place hands on the milking table, there’s a lot of shuffling. Movement that’s surrounding and her heels appear to keep the time and it’s going but slowly. Theres a yell so quiet that jolts and rocks the insides that escapes the entity behind me “Are you ready?” With hesitation a head nod to say yes automatically is done….. man what the fuck? Am i losing control of my body? Immediately follows in thought. A finger traces spine down to the top of buttocks and the heart rate increases. Did someone turn up the heat? Sweat drips before she’s even there to enter it into the sweet spot. A light pressure upon entry and a deep Moan escapes the lips of this submissive. Where did that come from? Dick stiff and moaning commenced as the finger inserts in and out, a good slut and taking it. It’s removed and a whimper is let out in beg for more, what have you become? Where is this about to go? Theres that vanilla scent again surrounding and swallowing, it’ll never be the same after this day……

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