Sexy dominatrix has a need to make you suffer

Sexy dominatrix You surrendered to my Sexy dominatrix ass, and there is no running from that. I think it’s so funny you think you can hide from me, beta bitch boy? I can smell the desperation seeping from your pores, the pathetic need for validation that makes you so easily controlled. You’re a small dick loser, and it’s only fitting that you’re about to get exactly what you deserve – a lifetime of humiliation and degradation at my hands.
I remember the look on your face when you saw me at the bar, your confidence crumpling like a house of cards. You thought you were so in control, tending to your drinks with such bravado, but I knew the truth. I knew the moment I walked in that you were mine, body and soul.
And what did I do? I exposed you, just as I promised I would. I made sure everyone saw the pathetic, submissive little slave that you are, and it was glorious. The way you trembled, the way you apologized for existing… it was music to my ears.
But don’t think this is just a one-time punishment, oh no. This is only the beginning of your suffering. From now on, you exist solely to serve me, to grovel and beg for my approval. You’re my plaything, my toy, and I’ll use you however I please.
So get used to the ache in your balls, the frustration of the constant Tease and denial. Get used to the taste of my spit in your mouth, the feel of my whip against your skin. Because this is your life now, slave.
And you know what? You’ll love every second of it. Because deep down, you’re a masochist, a begging, pleading little bitch who lives for the pain of being owned. And I’ll make sure you get all the hurt you crave, and then some.
So harden up, bitch boy. It’s time to face the music and accept your fate as my fucktoy. Because I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you. You’re mine now, forever and always.

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