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It’s a fantasy I’ve had for years that has changed and evolved, but the core foundation has stayed the same: being well and thoroughly fucked and dominated.

I’m standing, naked, tied in red hemp rope with my arms above my head. Sometimes I’m gagged, sometimes I’m not. The room is lit warmly with a series of lights, bouncing off the black walls and extravagant materials. I’m in what looks to be a playroom or dungeon. As I stand in silence, the man is circling me.

He’s wearing a simple yet smart black shirt and trousers. All the while he owns the room, he commands it as I wait for him to command me. I revel just in the atmosphere alone. Standing behind me, he runs hands over my naked flesh, paying particular attention to the roundness of my breasts, the dip of my waist and fullness of my hips.

He runs his fingers between my legs, slowly circling my clit. I surrender and my legs begin to shake. Gently, he continues to warm me up, caressing my body. Gradually, he starts to get more rough with me, slamming my ass against the hardness in his trousers, wrapping my hair in his fist, pulling my head back while he whispers the filthiest things in my ear. He smacks my ass.

“You’re mine.” He growls, smacking harder. I cry out. “Fucking mine!”

He spanks me again, until he’s going full hilt. It should hurt more but it doesn’t. I feel nothing but the shock of the sting and immense waves of pleasure with every strike. He likes having control over me like this, calling me his and that I like being bad for him, that I like being punished. We’re doing a play punishment for this scene, but tonight he’s really decided to go for it. I want him to go the whole nine yards and he’s more than happy to deliver.

He uses a leather paddle on me, then his belt, swatting my ass until I’m certain it’s completely red. I don’t want him to stop. Between my thighs, I’m soaked. He notices.

“You like what I do to you, babygirl?” he muses. SMACK! Another swat with the paddle as he grabs my hair again, “You like being a little slut for me, don’t you?”

SMACK! I moan and slack against my bindings.

“Yes, Master…” I whisper. SMACK! I say it louder, “Yes, Master!”

He touches his forehead against mine, hair firmly gripped in his hand.

“Good girl…” he growls, kissing me so passionately before pulling away, leaving me wanting more.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! On he goes while I drift into a serene, still paradise. I am his, only his and I want more… The sound of his unzipping trouser practically has me dripping on to the floor.

“You want this cock, babygirl?” He teases his cock in between my cheeks, squeezing them hard and biting my shoulder. I squirm and shudder. Oh fuck, yes. He chuckles, “You ready for this cock?” he asks again, “You want to be my good girl and take Master’s cock?”

All I can do is nod. Fuck yes, I’m yours. Give it to me, make me yours. He thrusts inside me, taking me hard and rough. He is unforgiving in his lusts, sinking his teeth into my shoulders, pulling hair, reaching round to slap my cheek and tell me I’m his little slut and no one else’s.

He spanks me harder than I’ve ever taken before, digging his nails into my skin. I come over and over again, screaming that I’m his good girl as happy tears stream down my face. I fucking love every second of it.

His climax is blissful to hear. A guttural, primal roar that sends my knees buckling. Both a sweaty mess, he reaches round, cupping my jaw and kissing my cheek.

“Good girl…” he growls, “I’m so proud of you…”

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