Make her wait .....

Whipped ass...

AI Imitation

Bound and suspended, she floats in a state of complete surrender.

Every time the boat rocks or she shifts her weight, the hook drags against her sensitive flesh, sending waves of pain and pleasure coursing through her body.

The cat o' nine tails lashes down upon her again and again, each strike leaving a trail of fire across her already bruised flesh.

Each strike will bring her closer to the ecstasy that lies on the other side of suffering.

Will you touch again without permission❓

Bound in a manner that renders her utterly helpless, her limbs are stretched taut, rendering movement impossible, a whirlwind of emotions floods her mind: fear, excitement, dread, and anticipation swirling in an intoxicating mix.

Bound and suspended, she floats in a state of complete surrender.

Every time the boat rocks or she shifts her weight, the hook drags against her sensitive flesh, sending waves of pain and pleasure coursing through her body.

The cat o' nine tails lashes down upon her again and again, each strike leaving a trail of fire across her already bruised flesh.

You're nothing but a worthless slut, aren't you? Those clamps are just a tiny taste of the pain I can inflict on you.

Hehe had some fun with my new hanger!

Allow me to paint a picture for you: Imagine yourself bound spread eagle on a luxurious bed, blindfolded and vulnerable. The scent of leather fills the air as I approach with various tools of torment at my disposal. Slowly, methodically, I begin tracing patterns along your skin with a feather-light touch, sending shivers down your spine until you're practically trembling with anticipation. Each time you arch your back or whimper, I reward you with a swift swat from my crop – just enough to remind you who holds all the power here.

As I continue my ministrations, your breath grows ragged and your body tenses, eager for relief yet denied at every turn. Will you beg for mercy? Plead for release? I have ways of making you sing like a bird, my sweet pet. And when the time comes for satisfaction, oh how sweet it shall be – a reward earned through patience and endurance.

Does this vision entice you?

What goes in hard and dry but comes out soft and wet?

Gum! You filthy fucks.

Connected by the chains of their submission, they are not individuals but rather two halves of a whole, existing solely for my amusement and satisfaction.

"Lick," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative. She obeyed without hesitation, dropping to her knees and pressing her face against the cold leather of his shoe. Her tongue darted out, lapping at the surface hungrily as she savored the taste of his dominance. The collar around her neck was a constant reminder of her place, a symbol of her submission and devotion. She would do anything to please him, to earn his approval.

Bathroom breaks are never boring when you're property with a purpose. Always ready to serve, no matter where I am or what I'm doing.

Use me like I am nothing to you

Follow my kinky tumblr! http://filthytumblr.tumblr.com/

my pet side

i want to be a pet, a good girl who's collared and leashed. to ask permission to get on the furniture and crawl unless told otherwise. i want to feel cozy and safe in a cage, hooded and sensory deprived naps or quiet time. i want a Master who takes care of His pet and always has water in my doggie bowl and a cock for me to play with. i want to be useful for my Master and be His footstool after work. to help Him relax by worshiping His cock and ass. a pet who's favorite past time is keeping Master's cock warm in my mouth. my ass always plugged when not being fucked. my pussy kept tight from disuse and clit pierced. a pet who's taken on walks and car rides. who plays with other pets and knows many tricks.

Painters palette

The artist's muse laid bare before him, vulnerable and exposed on the table. He surveyed her body with a critical eye, noticing every curve and imperfection with appreciation. With a sinister gleam in his eye, he picked up his paintbrush and dipped it into the mysterious mixture.

Starting at her neck, he traced the brush lightly along her collarbone before following the path of her clavicle towards her ample bosom. Her nipples hardened instantly under his touch, begging for more attention as he continued to circle and tease them with featherlight strokes. She let out a small gasp as he increased pressure, eliciting a satisfied smirk from him.

He circled her breasts slowly with the brush, taking care to coat every inch of her swollen nipples with the slick mixture. Watching as she arched her back and threw her head back in pleasure, he marveled at the sight before him - her body glowing with desire and need.

Her breasts bounced enticingly as he continued his ministrations, her nipples hardening further under his expert touch. With each stroke of the brush, she moaned louder - her body consumed by a building storm of sensations. He reveled in her helplessness, relishing the control he held over her very existence.

Shifting his focus to her clit, he applied the mixture in broad strokes - watching with delight as she writhed beneath him in ecstasy. With careful precision, he tormented her swollen bud, eliciting sharp gasps from her parted lips. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through her veins, threatening to send her spiraling over the edge.

He continued his torment, running the brush along her swollen clit with sometimes slow and deliberate, other times fast and furious. At times he would tease her tenderly, drawing out each sensation until she was crying out in frustration; at others, he attacked her love button with fervor, bringing her swiftly to the brink of orgasm before pulling away once more. She cried out in frustration as he pulled away just when she neared climax, leaving her on the brink of satisfaction yet unable to find release.

"Please," she begged, her voice hoarse with desire. "Let me come!"

He merely smiled knowingly, continuing his assault on her sensitive flesh. He reveled in her helplessness, knowing that despite her protests, she craved his touch above all else. Her hips bucked wildly as she searched for relief, but found none. With every swipe of the brush, she grew more desperate for release - her mind clouded by a fog of lust and need.

"Soon," he promised cryptically, his voice low and dangerous. "But first, I must finish my masterpiece."