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In the privacy of our dimly lit bedroom, the air is thick with tension — charged, electric. You kneel before me, naked, your body trembling with anticipation and the faintest trace of fear. Your skin glows in the soft amber light, marked with faint bruises and scratches from nights like this — reminders of what you crave. Your nipples are hard, pebbled from the cool air and the memory of my touch, begging for attention. Your thighs press together, instinctively trying to hide the slick heat between them.

I walk slowly around you, letting my presence wrap around you like a leash. My fingers trail along your jawline, slow and deliberate, before tightening around it. I tilt your chin up until your eyes meet mine — wide, obedient, burning with want.

“You know who you belong to,” I say, my voice low and sharp like a blade drawn in silence.

Then — a slap. Sharp and sudden. Your cheek turns pink as your lips part in surprise. I don’t give you time to process. I spit into your open mouth, watching the way your breath stutters as it lands on your tongue. “Swallow it,” I command. You do, eyes never leaving mine, and my cock twitches at the sight.

My hands find your breasts, greedy and rough. I squeeze, pinch, then slap them — once, twice — watching the skin ripple and redden under my touch. You gasp, a broken sound that echoes in the stillness. I drink it in.

I move behind you, pushing your shoulders down until your chest presses into the sheets and your ass rises for me — a perfect offering. I grip each cheek, spreading you wide. You whimper, helpless and displayed. I slap your ass, the sound loud and delicious, the skin blooming red beneath my hand. Then another, harder. You yelp, your hips jerking.

Between your legs, you’re soaked — your arousal dripping, glistening, betraying your need. I run two fingers over your slit, slow and teasing, then deliver a sharp slap to your pussy. You cry out — not in protest, but in aching need.

“Please,” you whisper, breath shaky, voice wrecked with desire.

“Please, what?” I ask, dragging my nails lightly along the inside of your thighs. “Beg properly.”

“Please, Master… fuck me. Use me. I need it.”

That’s better.

I grab your hair and yank your head back as I line up behind you. My cock slides between your slick folds, not entering, just torturing — making you feel every inch without the release. “You’re my fucktoy. My cumdump. My perfect little hole,” I growl into your ear. “And you’re going to thank me for every second of it.”

Then I thrust into you hard, and your body jolts. You scream into the mattress as I fill you, your walls clenching tight around me like your body already knows who it belongs to. I start moving — slow at first, then harder, faster — using you with the kind of control that only years of trust and training allow.

Each slap of skin against skin, each moan torn from your throat, pushes me deeper into that feral part of myself that only you get to see. I slap your ass again, the flesh bouncing beautifully, my fingers leaving marks like a brand.

Then I stop.

You whimper in frustration. I flip you over, your chest heaving, sweat slicking your skin. I spread your legs wide, exposing your swollen pussy, already red from use. I deliver a slap right to your clit, and your whole body twitches. “Good girl,” I murmur, leaning in close. “So sensitive… so ready.”

I thrust into you again, deeper now, finding that spot that makes your eyes roll back. I watch your expression as you fall apart — every gasp, every tremor, every frantic grasp for the sheets as I fuck you toward the edge.

You’re close. I can feel it — the desperate clench of your pussy, the trembling of your thighs.

“Don’t come,” I warn, my voice a growl.

You try — gods, you try — but I keep hitting that spot, each thrust deliberate, punishing. You cry out, overwhelmed.

Then I give you permission.

“Now. Come for me.”

You shatter — your whole body convulsing around me, the orgasm tearing through you like fire. Your pussy milks my cock, pulling me with you. I thrust once, twice more — then explode inside you, hot and deep, claiming you the only way I know how.

I stay buried in you for a moment, letting our bodies twitch and settle. Then I pull out, slowly, watching as my cum drips from your used hole — a perfect, messy, filthy sight.

I grab your chin again, forcing you to look at me. “Mine,” I say, voice dark, final.

You nod, dazed and satisfied. “Yours,” you whisper, eyes full of devotion.

I kiss you hard — tongues tangled, breaths shared — then guide you back to your knees. “Clean me up,” I command, cock still wet and twitching.

You obey, worshipfully, your tongue moving slowly, lovingly, licking me clean. It’s not just submission — it’s reverence.

When you’re done, I pull you into my arms. “Good girl,” I whisper against your ear, kissing your hair.

But the night is young.

There will be more.

More fucking.

More claiming.

More you.

I grip your hair tightly, my fingers tangled in your silky locks as I pull your head back, exposing your delicate neck. "You're mine," I growl, my voice husky with desire. "My dirty little whore."

Your breath hitches as I trail my fingers down your spine, tracing the curve of your back until I reach the soft swell of your ass. I give it a hard smack, the sound echoing in the dimly lit room. You gasp, your body trembling with anticipation.

"On your knees," I command, my voice firm. You obey without hesitation, your eyes never leaving mine as you lower yourself to the ground. Your fingers fumble with the buckle of my belt, your hands shaking with need.

I chuckle, my eyes dark with lust. "Eager, are we?" I tease, my fingers tracing the outline of your lips. "Open your mouth."

You comply, your lips parting to reveal your pink tongue. I slide my fingers into your mouth, my cock twitching as you suck on them, your eyes never leaving mine.

"Good whore," I praise, my voice low. I pull my fingers out of your mouth, replacing them with my hard cock. You moan as I thrust into your mouth, my hands gripping your hair tightly.

I fuck your mouth roughly, my hips moving in a punishing rhythm as I use you for my pleasure. You gag around my cock, tears streaming down your face as you struggle to take me.

"Look at you," I sneer, my voice filled with disgust. "You're nothing but a dirty little slut, aren't you?"

You nod, your eyes pleading with me to continue. I pull out of your mouth, my cock glistening with your saliva. "Get up," I command, my voice harsh.

You scramble to your feet, your body trembling with need. I push you onto the bed, my hands roaming over your body as I explore every inch of you.

I pinch your nipples, twisting them cruelly as you moan beneath me. I trail my fingers down your stomach, my hand dipping between your legs to find your pussy soaking wet.

"You're dripping for me, aren't you?" I taunt, my fingers teasing your clit. "You want me to fill you up with my cum, don't you?"

You nod, your body trembling with need. I thrust into you roughly, my cock filling you up completely. You scream as I fuck you, my hips slamming into you with a punishing rhythm.

I grab your hips, my fingers digging into your skin as I fuck you harder. Your body arches beneath me, your back bowing as you cry out in pleasure.

"You're mine," I growl, my voice filled with possessiveness. "My breeding cow, always full of my cum."

I thrust into you one final time, my cock spasming as I fill you up with my cum. You moan, your body shaking as you come apart beneath me.

I pull out of you, my cock still hard as I admire my handiwork. You lay there, your body covered in sweat and cum, a satisfied smile on your face.

"Good girl," I praise, my voice filled with satisfaction. "You're a natural."

I grab your hand, pulling you up to your feet. "Now, let's go show everyone what a good little whore you are."

You follow me, your body still trembling with pleasure as we make our way through the crowded room. Heads turn as we pass, eyes filled with lust as they take in your disheveled appearance.

I push you onto the table, my hands roaming over your body as I present you to the crowd. "Who wants to fuck this dirty little whore?" I ask, my voice loud and clear.

Hands reach out, grabbing at your body as men surround you, eager to take their turn with you. I step back, watching as they use you for their pleasure.

"You're mine," I remind you, my voice filled with possessiveness. "My dirty little whore, always ready for me."

You nod, your body trembling with pleasure as they take you. I watch, my cock hardening as I see you used and abused by these men.

"You're a natural," I praise, my voice filled with pride. "My famous dirty whore."

Waiting to see if my puppy has earned what she’s begging for

I see you.

On your knees, bare and waiting — just the way I love you.

You don’t need to be told who you are.

You already know. Mine.

My good girl. My pet. My perfect toy.

And yes… I’m watching. Always.

Stay right there. You’re exactly where you belong.

I kneel for him even when he’s not here.

Body bare. Mind quiet.

Waiting to be told what to feel, what to crave, who I am.

Because I already know the answer—

I’m his good girl.

His pet.

His little toy aching to be used.

And even like this…

I hope he’s watching.

I pin you down onto the mattress, my strong hands gripping your wrists above your head. You struggle slightly, the excitement coursing through your veins making your heart race. I lean down, my lips brushing against your ear as I whisper, "You're my good little fucktoy, aren't you?"

You moan softly in response, your body going limp beneath me. I take this as a sign of submission, and I waste no time in taking advantage of the situation. My hands roam your body, exploring every inch of your bare skin. I can feel your nipples harden under my touch, and I can't help but smirk at your body's reaction to me.

"You like that, don't you?" I growl, my fingers tracing the outline of your pussy. You moan again, your hips bucking up to meet my touch. I can feel the wetness seeping through your folds, and I can't help but take a moment to appreciate the sight before me.

"Such a dirty little slut," I say, my fingers circling your clit. "Begging for it like this."

You whimper, your hips continuing to move in time with my fingers. I can feel your orgasm building, your muscles tensing beneath me. I quicken my pace, my fingers moving faster and faster against your clit.

"Come for me, you little fucktoy," I command, my teeth sinking into your shoulder. You cry out, your orgasm ripping through your body. I can feel you trembling beneath me, your muscles clenching around my fingers.

I pull my fingers out of you, bringing them to my mouth and sucking them clean. You watch me, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. I can see the desire in your eyes, and I know that you're not satisfied yet.

"Please," you beg, your voice hoarse from your orgasm. "I need more."

I smirk, my dick already hard and ready for you. I position myself at your entrance, my eyes locked with yours. I push inside of you, your wetness welcoming me in. I bottom out, my balls slapping against your ass.

"Fuck," I growl, my hips moving in time with yours. "You feel so good."

You moan, your hips meeting mine as I thrust into you. I can feel your nails digging into my back, your body begging for more. I lean down, my lips brushing against your ear again.

"Such a good little fucktoy," I whisper, my hips moving faster and faster. "Taking my dick like this."

You moan, your orgasm building again. I can feel your muscles tightening around me, your body begging for release. I reach down, my fingers finding your clit again. I rub circles around it, my hips still moving in time with yours.

"Come for me again," I command, my teeth sinking into your shoulder again. You cry out, your orgasm tearing through your body once again. I can feel you trembling beneath me, your muscles clenching around me as you come.

I follow shortly after, my orgasm ripping through my body. I can feel myself pulsing inside of you, my cum filling you up. I collapse on top of you, my breathing heavy as I try to catch my breath.

"Such a good little fucktoy," I whisper again, my lips brushing against your ear.

You smile, your body still trembling beneath me.

"I am your good little fucktoy," you agree, your voice hoarse.

I pull out of you, my cum leaking out of you. I can't help but smirk at the sight.

"I think you need a shower," I say, my voice teasing.

You blush, your body still trembling beneath me.

"I think you're right," you agree, your voice still hoarse.

I stand up, offering you my hand. You take it, your body still trembling as you stand up. I lead you to the shower, my arm around your waist.

"Such a good little fucktoy," I whisper again, my lips brushing against your ear.

You smile, your body still trembling beneath my touch.

"I am your good little fucktoy," you agree, your voice hoarse.

I turn on the shower, the hot water cascading down our bodies. I pull you close, my lips brushing against yours.

"And I am your master," I whisper, my lips brushing against yours.

You moan, your body pressing closer to mine.

"You’re my master," you agree, your voice hoarse

You're mine for the night, my submissive little pet. I can see the excitement in your eyes as you gaze up at me, your body already trembling with anticipation. You're naked, save for the collar around your neck, and I can't help but feel a surge of power and desire as I look at you.

"On your hands and knees, now," I command, and you obey without hesitation. I run my hands over your body, feeling your soft skin and the heat emanating from your core. "You're mine to do with as I please," I growl, and I can hear the wetness in your pussy as you moan in response.

I tease you for what feels like hours, my fingers and tongue exploring every inch of your body. I can feel your pleasure building, your moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing minute. And just as you're on the brink of release, I pull away, leaving you panting and begging for more.

"Please, master," you gasp, and I can't help but smile at your desperation. "Please let me cum."

"Not yet, my pet," I reply, my voice dripping with desire. "I'm not done with you yet."

I fill you up, load after load, until your womb is full of my seed. You're dripping with my essence, your pussy stretched and filled to the brim. And still, I don't stop. I can't get enough of you, of the way you moan and gasp as I fuck you, of the way your body trembles and shakes under my touch.

"You're mine," I growl, my fingers digging into your hips as I thrust into you. "Say it, my pet. Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours, master," you gasp, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm yours."

And with that, I let go. I fill you up one last time, my cock twitching as I empty myself inside you. You're a mess, your body slick with sweat and cum, and yet you look more beautiful than ever.

"Good girl," I murmur, my lips pressed against your ear. "Such a good little pet."

And as I pull out of you, leaving you filled with my seed, I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and pride. You're mine, and there's nothing more beautiful than that.

The night wears on, and we continue to explore each other's bodies. We fuck and we cum, our moans and gasps filling the room as we lose ourselves in each other. And as the sun begins to rise, I can't help but feel a sense of sadness. This has been a perfect night, one that I never want to end.

"I don't want this to end," I whisper, my lips pressed against your forehead.

"Then don't let it," you reply, your voice soft and sleepy. "Stay with me, master. Stay with me forever."

And so, I do. I stay with you, my submissive little pet, and we continue to explore each other's bodies and souls. We become one.

In the heart of the university, I strolled into your lecture hall, my presence commanding attention. The room fell silent, all eyes on me, the Master Dom. "Excuse me, everyone," I began, my voice echoing through the room. "This young woman here," I gestured towards you, "is my breeding cow whore. I've come to use her, and I invite you all to join me in her humiliation and degradation."

A collective gasp filled the room, but I saw the hunger in their eyes. They wanted to see the forbidden, to partake in the taboo. I turned to you, my submissive girl, and smirked. "Take off your clothes," I commanded, my voice firm and unyielding.

You hesitated for a moment, the reality of the situation setting in. But you knew better than to disobey me. You stood up, your hands trembling as you began to undress. The room watched in awe as your clothes fell to the floor, revealing your naked body.

"On your knees," I ordered, and you complied without question. I unzipped my pants, releasing my hard dick. "Suck," I commanded, and you obeyed, taking me into your mouth. The room watched as you pleasured me, your lips wrapped around my dick.

I looked around the room, meeting the eyes of the students and teachers. "Who wants to join?" I asked, and hands shot up. I chuckled, amused by their eagerness. "You," I pointed to a young man, "come here."

He approached, his eyes filled with lust. I gestured towards you. "She's all yours," I said, and he didn't hesitate. He dropped his pants and positioned himself behind you, entering you with a groan.

The room watched as you were used, your body a playground for our pleasure. I watched as the young man fucked you, his dick sliding in and out of your pussy. I could see the pleasure on your face, and it only made me harder.

"Switch," I commanded, and the young man pulled out. I took his place, entering you from behind. I could feel your pussy tighten around me as I thrust into you, the pleasure intense.

The room watched as we continued to use you, our dicks sliding in and out of your pussy and mouth. I could feel my orgasm building, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. "Cum for me," I commanded, and you obeyed, your body shuddering as you came.

I pulled out, my dick covered in your juices. I turned to the room, my dick still hard. "Who's next?" I asked, and hands shot up once again. I chuckled, amused by their eagerness. "You," I pointed to a young woman, "come here."

She approached, her eyes filled with lust. I gestured towards you. "She's all yours," I said, and she didn't hesitate. She dropped to her knees, her mouth finding your pussy. The room watched as she pleasured you, her tongue flicking against your clit.

I watched as the young woman pleasured you, her tongue sliding in and out of your pussy. I could see the pleasure on your face, and it only made me harder. "Switch," I commanded, and the young woman pulled away. I took her place, my tongue replacing hers.

The room watched as I pleasured you, my tongue sliding in and out of your pussy. I could feel your body shuddering as you came, your juices coating my tongue. I stood up, my dick still hard.

"Who's next?" I asked, and hands shot up once again. I chuckled, amused by their eagerness. "You," I pointed to a young man, "come here."

He approached, his eyes filled with lust. I gestured towards you. "She's all yours," I said, and he didn't hesitate. He dropped his pants and positioned himself behind you, entering you with a groan.

The room watched as he fucked you, his dick sliding in and out of your pussy. I watched as he pleasured you, his dick thrusting into you. I could see the pleasure on your face, and it only made me harder.

In the heart of the city, nestled between towering skyscrapers, lay a hidden world known only to the initiated. A world where the lines between pleasure and pain, dominance and submission, were blurred. This was my world, and tonight, you were mine.

You stood before me, your eyes wide with anticipation and a hint of fear. Your body trembled, not from cold, but from the anticipation of what was to come. Your hands were bound behind your back, your chest heaving with each shallow breath. Your nudity was a testament to your submission, your willingness to surrender to my every whim.

I circled you, my eyes raking over your body, taking in every curve, every inch of exposed skin. "You look so fucking beautiful like this," I whispered in your ear, my breath hot against your skin. "Helpless. Vulnerable. All mine."

I traced a finger down your spine, watching as goosebumps erupted in its wake. You gasped, your body arching into my touch. I smirked, knowing that even in this state of submission, you still craved my touch.

I moved to stand in front of you, my eyes meeting yours. "You're mine tonight," I said, my voice low and commanding. "And I'm going to use you however I see fit."

I reached out, my fingers finding your nipples. I pinched them hard, watching as your eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping your lips. I leaned in, my lips brushing against your ear. "I'm going to fuck you until you beg for mercy," I whispered, my voice thick with desire. "And then, I'm going to piss on you."

Your eyes flew open, a mix of shock and excitement flashing across your face. I chuckled, my hand moving down to cup your pussy. I found you wet, your arousal coating my fingers. "You like that idea, don't you?" I asked, my voice husky.

I didn't wait for your answer. Instead, I pushed you down onto the bed, spreading your legs wide. I knelt between them, my eyes locked on your glistening pussy. I licked my lips, hunger gnawing at my insides. I wanted to taste you, to feel you writhe beneath me as I devoured you.

I leaned in, my tongue darting out to taste your sweetness. You moaned, your hips bucking against my mouth. I gripped your thighs, holding you in place as I feasted on you. I lapped at your clit, my tongue flicking and teasing, driving you to the brink of madness.

I felt you tense beneath me, your body coiling like a spring. I knew you were close, so close to shattering. I pulled back, my lips glistening with your arousal. "Not yet," I said, my voice firm. "I'm not done with you yet."

I moved up your body, my lips claiming yours in a searing kiss. I could taste myself on your lips, the taste of your arousal mixed with mine. It was intoxicating, a heady mix that only served to fuel my desire.

I broke the kiss, my hands moving to grip your hips. I flipped you over, pulling you up onto your knees. I positioned myself behind you, my cock nudging at your entrance. I gripped your hips, my fingers digging into your skin. "Ready?" I asked, my voice thick with lust.

You nodded, your body trembling with anticipation. I didn't wait. I slammed into you, my cock filling you completely. You cried out, your body arching against mine. I gripped your hips, pulling you back onto me as I thrust into you.

I fucked you hard, my hips slamming against yours, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing around the room. I could feel your orgasm building, your pussy tightening around my cock. I reached around, my fingers finding your clit. I rubbed it in tight circles, my thrusts becoming more frantic.

I felt you shatter, your body convulsing around mine as you came. I followed soon after, my orgasm ripping through me like a freight train. I pulled out, my cum spilling out of you, coating your thighs and dripping onto the bed.

I moved to stand above you, my cock still hard and ready. I looked down at you, your body trembling and spent. "Now," I said, my voice husky. "I'm going to piss on you."

I watched as your eyes widened, a mix of shock and anticipation flashing across your face. I gripped my cock, aiming it at you. I let go, my piss spraying out, coating your body in a warm golden shower.

I watched as you writhed beneath me, your body responding to the sensation. I chuckled, my cock still hard and ready. "I told you I'd use you however I saw fit," I said, my voice thick with satisfaction. "And I always keep my promises."

And with that, I left you there, your body covered in my cum and my piss. A testament to my dominance, a symbol of your submission. And as I walked away, I knew that tonight, you were truly mine

You should be dripping for me.

You should be exposed like this — wet, needy, shameless.

My perfect little display of obedience and filth.

By that pool or anywhere else, you’re not just mine — you’re my property. My toy. My slut.

And every inch of your soaked, aching body exists to please me.

The way you open yourself without hesitation…? That’s what makes you worthy of being owned.

Don’t ever close your legs unless it’s around my cock.

You were made to be used, shown off, and filled.

Now smile for me, little one.

The world should see what it looks like to belong completely.

Not ashamed. Not shy.

I chose this.

To be His.

By the pool, dripping more for Him than the water ever could.

Open, obedient, and aching—

exactly the slut He deserves.