Finally, they line up their cocks at my entrance again and push inside me simultaneously, making me scream out in pleasure. They pound into me, their hips slapping against my ass cheeks in a rhythm that matches the pounding of my heart. I can feel the tension building.
I lean into them, my body still tingling from the aftermath of our encounter. They wrap their arms around me, pulling me close. We stand there for a moment, just breathing, before they start to undress me. They strip me down to nothing, admiring my body like a work of art.
Finally, they lead me to the bed, where they tie me up once again. This time, it’s different. They’re not going to fuck me or spank me. They simply watch, their eyes filled with lust and desire. They run their hands over my body, tracing the lines of my tattoos and caressing my skin. It’s a new kind of dominance, one that’s just as powerful as the physical kind.
As I lay there, bound and exposed, I can’t help but feel grateful for their presence in my life. They’ve taken control of me in every way possible, and I love them for it. I know that as long as they’re around, I’ll never want for anything else.
The night continues like this, with them taking turns touching and teasing me. They explore every inch of my body, finding new ways to make me squirm and moan. They take their time, savoring the power they have over me. And when the sun starts to rise, they finally release me from my bonds, leaving me spent and satisfied.
As I lay in their arms, drifting off to sleep, I know that this is where I belong. With them, under their control, is where I find true happiness. I may be their submissive slut, but I’m also theirs completely. And that’s a feeling I wouldn’t trade for anything in the world.
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