The sun was barely beginning to filter through the curtains when M woke up with an erection that called him to reclaim what was his. His gaze swept over C's naked body, sleeping face down and completely vulnerable. Her tranquil breathing and the slight movement of her chest as she slept only excited him more, reminding him that she was there solely for his pleasure.
Without making a sound, M approached C, sliding his hand over her smooth back, caressing her with a mix of tenderness and possessiveness. His hand moved slowly down to her buttocks, where he began to massage them, squeezing them hard, enjoying the firmness and perfection of their shape. Each squeeze was a reminder of who was in control and who was there to obey.
Feeling his erection harden even more, M leaned over her and began to kiss her neck and back, his tongue tracing a wet path across her skin. His lips traveled lower, finally reaching her buttocks. He kissed them with perverse devotion, his tongue playing with the entrance of her anus, preparing her for what was to come. His hand moved towards her vagina, finding it already wet, a sign that her body recognized his dominance even before her mind did.
With a decisive movement, M slid his first finger into C's anus, opening it slowly, preparing her. Then he introduced the second finger and finally the third. C, still asleep, began to move and softly moan, feeling the invasion but not yet fully conscious of what was happening. But M had no intention of stopping. He wanted more.
As the third finger entered her interior, C began to wake up, her breathing becoming faster and a louder moan escaping her lips. She opened her eyes slowly, finding herself under pressure in her backside and the stinging pain that made her moan. M looked at her with a twisted smile, enjoying the power he had over her.
No te... moves, murmured M, with a low and authoritative voice. His tone was firm, leaving no doubt that today C was his toy, completely under his control. C, now completely awake, stayed quiet, her body trembling as the mixture of pain and pleasure ran through her.
M withdrew his fingers abruptly, and before C could protest or react, his hand crashed against her left buttock, producing a loud sound that resonated in the room. C shuddered, her body tensing as the pain mixed with pleasure. Her clitoris pulsed with each blow, and her mind sank deeper into submission.
My, whispered M, moving his hand towards her vagina, inserting his fingers into it with the same brutality. C arched her back, her mouth opening in a silent scream while her body adjusted to the penetration. M moved his fingers inside her with precision, exploring every corner, every point of pleasure, making her tremble under his touch.
Without removing her index and middle fingers from her vagina, M slid his thumb into C's anus, pushing it deeply until he felt his fingers, separated only by the thin membrane, rubbing against each other through the skin that divides both orifices.
C's orgasm was approaching quickly, but just when she was on the brink, M stopped, withdrawing his fingers and leaving her trembling with need. C looked at him with pleading eyes, wanting more, wanting more, but M only smiled. He wouldn't give her the pleasure so easily.
Without saying a word, M turned her roughly, positioning her on all fours, her buttocks elevated and exposed, ready for him. Without giving her time to prepare, M penetrated her anal with force, extracting a cry of pleasure and pain from her. C felt every centimeter of his penis invading her backside, stretching it to its limit. The intensity of the penetration made her gasp uncontrollably, her body completely surrendered to him.
M held her tightly, his hands grasping her hips, holding her in place while he screwed her with a brutality that only increased her pleasure. C felt completely submissive, each thrust reiterating her role, her place as his slut, his toy for his enjoyment.
The pleasure of C grew with each movement, her body responding to the intensity of the situation, the pain mixed with pleasure. She felt orgasm approaching again, but before she could reach it, M abruptly withdrew his penis, leaving her trembling and panting.
M, without saying a word, ejaculated onto C's body, covering her back and buttocks with his warm semen. The sensation of the thick liquid on her skin made her tremble, a visual and tactile reminder of her submission. M, with a satisfied smile, leaned towards her, whispering in her ear: Throughout the day, you will carry my semen in your body. Don't clean yourself. I want you to feel my presence at every moment, to remember that you are mine.
With those words, M got up from the bed, leaving C there, covered in semen, her body still trembling from the intensity of what had just happened. He went to the bathroom, quickly washed himself, and then returned with breakfast in hand. He sat down on the bed next to C, looking at her with a perverse smile as she tried to regain composure.
While eating, M noticed how C avoided looking directly at him, her mind obviously trapped in thoughts. With a malicious smile, he asked: Would you like me to replace your coffee creamer with my semen? C looked at him with a mix of surprise and nervousness. The idea excited and scared her at the same time. Her mind began to doubt, wondering if the creamer she was already drinking was really semen. The thought made her shiver, but she didn't dare ask.
After breakfast, M decided that C's day would be completely dedicated to her submission. Today you will walk around the house naked with the submissive collar, he ordered. And you will be at my disposal at all times. rough by the dry semen of M that marked her body and she put on the submissive collar, a symbol of her total surrender. M watched her with satisfaction, enjoying the power he had over her. During the rest of the morning, while C prepared lunch, M did not lose the opportunity to abuse her.
Every time he passed by her, M pressed his hands against her buttocks with force, his hands moving over her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, enjoying every second of his power over her. C felt humiliated, but also strangely excited. She knew there was no escape, that today her body was completely hers.
When it was time to eat, M ordered C to sit at the table with her legs open. I want to see your wet pussy while you eat, he said with a perverse smile. C obeyed, feeling exposed and vulnerable, but also full of an excitement she couldn't control.
After eating, M decided it was time to relax a bit. They went to the sofa and put on a porn movie with domination scenes. M, with a twisted smile, watched as C got more and more excited at what she saw on the screen. Her nipples hardened, and her breathing quickened, indicating to M that she was ready for more.
C's excitement did not go unnoticed by M, who felt his erection hardening again. Without warning, he grabbed C by the hair and forced her to kneel in front of him. Suck my cock, he ordered, pushing his penis into her mouth with force. C obeyed, taking his penis as deep as she could, her lips wrapping around its thickness as she sucked it with devotion.
M began to move his hips, controlling the rhythm completely by holding C's head in both hands, pushing his cock in and out of her mouth, leaving her covered in saliva. M, enjoying every moment, grabbed C's head with both hands, controlling the pace, pushing his cock. even more profound in her throat. C struggled to maintain the rhythm, her mouth full of his hard cock as she tried to breathe between the thrusts. She felt M's control over her body was absolute, and that excited her even more, making her moan with her mouth full.
C's tongue playing with the head of the penis led M to the brink of ejaculation. With a lascivious look and a smile full of promises, she murmured: I have something better for tonight. Intrigued and anxious, C looked at her with a mix of desire and curiosity. She let C withdraw, watching as she got up with her body still trembling from the intensity of the session. Rest for a bit, M ordered, her voice softer now but still charged with authority. C nodded, her eyes shining with the promise of what was to come. She headed to the room, her body tired but full of an electrifying excitement.
M watched as she settled into bed, then retreated to the living room, leaving her to rest. Some hours passed in silence, each one in their own space, but both knew this was just a pause, a preparation for what was to come. M planned how to push C to the limit of her submission, how to make her body and mind surrender completely to him.
Finally, when she felt it was time, M returned to the room. C was lying on her side, her body slightly curved, a posture that left her rounded and perfect backside visible. She approached her without making a sound, her presence filling the space with palpable intensity.
Without warning, M grabbed the anal plug that had been left aside earlier and inserted it brutally into C's anus. The penetration was quick and merciless, causing C to let out a muffled gasp of surprise and pain. Her hands clutched the sheets as her body reacted to the sudden invasion. The pain was sharp, but mixed with a dark wave of pleasure that left her panting. She was comfortable or ready. That didn't matter now. C knew her role was to submit, accept what he would decide to give her. M began moving the plug in and out of her ass, rotating it and pushing it with firm movements that kept her on the edge of pain and pleasure. Each push was a reminder of who had control, who possessed her body.
When M considered C ready enough, she positioned herself behind him and, without removing the plug, penetrated her vaginally with force that made her scream. The mix of pain and pleasure was overwhelming, a storm of sensations that submerged her in a sea of submission. Feeling the plug filling her ass while he took her vaginally brought her to a state of perverted ecstasy.
Each thrust from M was a declaration of his dominance, each movement reaffirmed his total control over her. C's body responded with complete submission, her mind shut down, carried away by the torrent of sensations. Pleasure grew inside her, expanding from her center to every corner of her being. Her moans filled the room, a mix of pain, pleasure, and absolute surrender.
The orgasm built slowly, an unstoppable accumulation of sensations that rose with each thrust from M. She felt her body splitting in two, her mind fragmenting as pleasure consumed her completely. Finally, when the climax arrived, it was like an explosion inside her. Her body tensed, her back arched as the orgasm passed through her, leaving her breathless and trembling beneath him.
M followed quickly, his rhythm becoming erratic just before cumming. With a final deep push, M came inside her, his semen filling her while his hands gripped her hips with force, holding her in place as they both trembled from the intensity of the moment.
C and M remained motionless for a moment, both recovering their breath, their bodies still entwined in a fusion of sweat, semen, and Submission. Finally, M slowly retired, leaving C to recline on the bed, exhausted but satisfied with her surrender.
Without saying a word, M stood up and looked at C with a satisfaction that only came from reaffirming his absolute control. C, still with the plug inside her, felt complete, as if every part of her being had been taken and used in the way he wanted. Her body was marked by M's dominance, and her mind filled with the peace that only total submission could offer.
Finally, M slowly retired, leaving C to recline on the bed, exhausted but satisfied. Without saying a word, C turned over and grasped M's cock, cleaning it of any remaining semen and fluids with her mouth. Her tongue covered every inch, ensuring it was clean and shiny. Then, she rested her head against M's stomach, feeling his warm skin beneath her cheek.
C closed her eyes, letting herself be carried away by exhaustion, knowing that her day of submission had fulfilled its purpose, and that, in the end, she was completely his.
Without making a sound, M approached C, sliding his hand over her smooth back, caressing her with a mix of tenderness and possessiveness. His hand moved slowly down to her buttocks, where he began to massage them, squeezing them hard, enjoying the firmness and perfection of their shape. Each squeeze was a reminder of who was in control and who was there to obey.
Feeling his erection harden even more, M leaned over her and began to kiss her neck and back, his tongue tracing a wet path across her skin. His lips traveled lower, finally reaching her buttocks. He kissed them with perverse devotion, his tongue playing with the entrance of her anus, preparing her for what was to come. His hand moved towards her vagina, finding it already wet, a sign that her body recognized his dominance even before her mind did.
With a decisive movement, M slid his first finger into C's anus, opening it slowly, preparing her. Then he introduced the second finger and finally the third. C, still asleep, began to move and softly moan, feeling the invasion but not yet fully conscious of what was happening. But M had no intention of stopping. He wanted more.
As the third finger entered her interior, C began to wake up, her breathing becoming faster and a louder moan escaping her lips. She opened her eyes slowly, finding herself under pressure in her backside and the stinging pain that made her moan. M looked at her with a twisted smile, enjoying the power he had over her.
No te... moves, murmured M, with a low and authoritative voice. His tone was firm, leaving no doubt that today C was his toy, completely under his control. C, now completely awake, stayed quiet, her body trembling as the mixture of pain and pleasure ran through her.
M withdrew his fingers abruptly, and before C could protest or react, his hand crashed against her left buttock, producing a loud sound that resonated in the room. C shuddered, her body tensing as the pain mixed with pleasure. Her clitoris pulsed with each blow, and her mind sank deeper into submission.
My, whispered M, moving his hand towards her vagina, inserting his fingers into it with the same brutality. C arched her back, her mouth opening in a silent scream while her body adjusted to the penetration. M moved his fingers inside her with precision, exploring every corner, every point of pleasure, making her tremble under his touch.
Without removing her index and middle fingers from her vagina, M slid his thumb into C's anus, pushing it deeply until he felt his fingers, separated only by the thin membrane, rubbing against each other through the skin that divides both orifices.
C's orgasm was approaching quickly, but just when she was on the brink, M stopped, withdrawing his fingers and leaving her trembling with need. C looked at him with pleading eyes, wanting more, wanting more, but M only smiled. He wouldn't give her the pleasure so easily.
Without saying a word, M turned her roughly, positioning her on all fours, her buttocks elevated and exposed, ready for him. Without giving her time to prepare, M penetrated her anal with force, extracting a cry of pleasure and pain from her. C felt every centimeter of his penis invading her backside, stretching it to its limit. The intensity of the penetration made her gasp uncontrollably, her body completely surrendered to him.
M held her tightly, his hands grasping her hips, holding her in place while he screwed her with a brutality that only increased her pleasure. C felt completely submissive, each thrust reiterating her role, her place as his slut, his toy for his enjoyment.
The pleasure of C grew with each movement, her body responding to the intensity of the situation, the pain mixed with pleasure. She felt orgasm approaching again, but before she could reach it, M abruptly withdrew his penis, leaving her trembling and panting.
M, without saying a word, ejaculated onto C's body, covering her back and buttocks with his warm semen. The sensation of the thick liquid on her skin made her tremble, a visual and tactile reminder of her submission. M, with a satisfied smile, leaned towards her, whispering in her ear: Throughout the day, you will carry my semen in your body. Don't clean yourself. I want you to feel my presence at every moment, to remember that you are mine.
With those words, M got up from the bed, leaving C there, covered in semen, her body still trembling from the intensity of what had just happened. He went to the bathroom, quickly washed himself, and then returned with breakfast in hand. He sat down on the bed next to C, looking at her with a perverse smile as she tried to regain composure.
While eating, M noticed how C avoided looking directly at him, her mind obviously trapped in thoughts. With a malicious smile, he asked: Would you like me to replace your coffee creamer with my semen? C looked at him with a mix of surprise and nervousness. The idea excited and scared her at the same time. Her mind began to doubt, wondering if the creamer she was already drinking was really semen. The thought made her shiver, but she didn't dare ask.
After breakfast, M decided that C's day would be completely dedicated to her submission. Today you will walk around the house naked with the submissive collar, he ordered. And you will be at my disposal at all times. rough by the dry semen of M that marked her body and she put on the submissive collar, a symbol of her total surrender. M watched her with satisfaction, enjoying the power he had over her. During the rest of the morning, while C prepared lunch, M did not lose the opportunity to abuse her.
Every time he passed by her, M pressed his hands against her buttocks with force, his hands moving over her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, enjoying every second of his power over her. C felt humiliated, but also strangely excited. She knew there was no escape, that today her body was completely hers.
When it was time to eat, M ordered C to sit at the table with her legs open. I want to see your wet pussy while you eat, he said with a perverse smile. C obeyed, feeling exposed and vulnerable, but also full of an excitement she couldn't control.
After eating, M decided it was time to relax a bit. They went to the sofa and put on a porn movie with domination scenes. M, with a twisted smile, watched as C got more and more excited at what she saw on the screen. Her nipples hardened, and her breathing quickened, indicating to M that she was ready for more.
C's excitement did not go unnoticed by M, who felt his erection hardening again. Without warning, he grabbed C by the hair and forced her to kneel in front of him. Suck my cock, he ordered, pushing his penis into her mouth with force. C obeyed, taking his penis as deep as she could, her lips wrapping around its thickness as she sucked it with devotion.
M began to move his hips, controlling the rhythm completely by holding C's head in both hands, pushing his cock in and out of her mouth, leaving her covered in saliva. M, enjoying every moment, grabbed C's head with both hands, controlling the pace, pushing his cock. even more profound in her throat. C struggled to maintain the rhythm, her mouth full of his hard cock as she tried to breathe between the thrusts. She felt M's control over her body was absolute, and that excited her even more, making her moan with her mouth full.
C's tongue playing with the head of the penis led M to the brink of ejaculation. With a lascivious look and a smile full of promises, she murmured: I have something better for tonight. Intrigued and anxious, C looked at her with a mix of desire and curiosity. She let C withdraw, watching as she got up with her body still trembling from the intensity of the session. Rest for a bit, M ordered, her voice softer now but still charged with authority. C nodded, her eyes shining with the promise of what was to come. She headed to the room, her body tired but full of an electrifying excitement.
M watched as she settled into bed, then retreated to the living room, leaving her to rest. Some hours passed in silence, each one in their own space, but both knew this was just a pause, a preparation for what was to come. M planned how to push C to the limit of her submission, how to make her body and mind surrender completely to him.
Finally, when she felt it was time, M returned to the room. C was lying on her side, her body slightly curved, a posture that left her rounded and perfect backside visible. She approached her without making a sound, her presence filling the space with palpable intensity.
Without warning, M grabbed the anal plug that had been left aside earlier and inserted it brutally into C's anus. The penetration was quick and merciless, causing C to let out a muffled gasp of surprise and pain. Her hands clutched the sheets as her body reacted to the sudden invasion. The pain was sharp, but mixed with a dark wave of pleasure that left her panting. She was comfortable or ready. That didn't matter now. C knew her role was to submit, accept what he would decide to give her. M began moving the plug in and out of her ass, rotating it and pushing it with firm movements that kept her on the edge of pain and pleasure. Each push was a reminder of who had control, who possessed her body.
When M considered C ready enough, she positioned herself behind him and, without removing the plug, penetrated her vaginally with force that made her scream. The mix of pain and pleasure was overwhelming, a storm of sensations that submerged her in a sea of submission. Feeling the plug filling her ass while he took her vaginally brought her to a state of perverted ecstasy.
Each thrust from M was a declaration of his dominance, each movement reaffirmed his total control over her. C's body responded with complete submission, her mind shut down, carried away by the torrent of sensations. Pleasure grew inside her, expanding from her center to every corner of her being. Her moans filled the room, a mix of pain, pleasure, and absolute surrender.
The orgasm built slowly, an unstoppable accumulation of sensations that rose with each thrust from M. She felt her body splitting in two, her mind fragmenting as pleasure consumed her completely. Finally, when the climax arrived, it was like an explosion inside her. Her body tensed, her back arched as the orgasm passed through her, leaving her breathless and trembling beneath him.
M followed quickly, his rhythm becoming erratic just before cumming. With a final deep push, M came inside her, his semen filling her while his hands gripped her hips with force, holding her in place as they both trembled from the intensity of the moment.
C and M remained motionless for a moment, both recovering their breath, their bodies still entwined in a fusion of sweat, semen, and Submission. Finally, M slowly retired, leaving C to recline on the bed, exhausted but satisfied with her surrender.
Without saying a word, M stood up and looked at C with a satisfaction that only came from reaffirming his absolute control. C, still with the plug inside her, felt complete, as if every part of her being had been taken and used in the way he wanted. Her body was marked by M's dominance, and her mind filled with the peace that only total submission could offer.
Finally, M slowly retired, leaving C to recline on the bed, exhausted but satisfied. Without saying a word, C turned over and grasped M's cock, cleaning it of any remaining semen and fluids with her mouth. Her tongue covered every inch, ensuring it was clean and shiny. Then, she rested her head against M's stomach, feeling his warm skin beneath her cheek.
C closed her eyes, letting herself be carried away by exhaustion, knowing that her day of submission had fulfilled its purpose, and that, in the end, she was completely his.
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