The Dungeon's Sweet ***

January 4

In the dimly lit dungeon, the air is thick with anticipation. The stone walls echo with the faint sound of chains clinking against the cold, hard floor. I, stand in the center of this den of debauchery, my presence commanding and majestic. Before me kneels a submissive, his body trembling with a mix of *** and arousal. His eyes are fixed on the floor, unable to meet my piercing gaze. He knows he is about to endure the exquisite *** that only I can deliver.

With a flick of my wrist, I beckon him closer, my red-stained lips curling into a cruel smile. "You've been a very bad slave," I purr, my voice dripping with both sweetness and the promise of ***. "And tonight, you will learn the true meaning of surrender."

His breath hitches as I approach, my black leather corset hugging my curves, the sharp contrast against my porcelain skin. I reach out, my fingers tracing the contours of his face before gripping his hair tightly, forcing him to look up at me. "CBT is not just about the ***," I whisper, "it's about the control, the power I hold over you."

I lead him to a wooden structure, intricately designed for the sole purpose of ***. His wrists and ankles are secured, spreading him open, ***, and completely at my mercy. I take a moment to admire my canvas, the *** in his eyes making my heart race with excitement.

The session begins with a gentle touch, my fingers dancing lightly over his most sensitive areas. He sighs in relief, but his respite is short-lived. I grasp his manhood firmly, my nails digging into the delicate flesh. His gasp of *** is music to my ears, a symphony of submission that only heightens my arousal.

I reach for my tools, each one selected for its unique ability to inflict both *** and pleasure. A leather strap, a metal clamp, a pinwheel of needles. With each implement, I push his boundaries, watching as his body contorts in ecstasy and agony.

"Please, Mistress," he begs, his voice quivering. "I can't take any more."

"You will take what I give you," I retort, my tone leaving no room for argument. "Your *** is my pleasure, your *** is my release."

With each strike, each clamp, each piercing sensation, his moans grow louder, his body arching into the ***. I can see the conflict within him, the struggle between his mind's desire to escape and his body's craving for more.

As the session reaches its crescendo, I lean in close, my breath hot against his ear. "Come for me," I command, and like the obedient slave he is, he obeys, his orgasm ripping through him, a testament of my dominance.

I step back, admiring my work, the tears streaming down his face, the tremors wracking his body. He is broken, but through his submission, he has found a rare form of beauty, a purity in his ***.

I release him from his bonds, his body collapsing onto the floor, a spent, quivering mess. "You have pleased me tonight," I say, my voice soft but still carrying an edge of authority. "Remember this feeling, this connection between *** and pleasure. It is a gift only I can give you."

As I leave the dungeon, I can't help but smile. Another successful session, another submissive taught the sweet *** of true surrender. Until next time...

January 4

I'll be there as a guest appearances on the 11th with a married couple I'm trying something new. We might need a mop or life alert.

January 4

Well done

January 4

Mhmm damn Honey 😘

January 4

Oh wow that's cool to see if you are still interested in this opportunity to help people with some exploring together ❤️

January 5

That does sound extremely hot

January 6

Thank you for sharing these words. Im going to have to go take a shower now 🥵

January 6

Super hot!

February 17

Mistress Tara likes to ghost her subs after over a month of dedicated service without even a simple goodbye. I have been a faithful servant to her and she refuses to say anything. I did nothing wrong and was not rude, inappropriate or anything. She just cast me aside. Be aware when dealing with her.