Story time for my subs

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Look at you. Kneeling just how I taught you—naked, eyes lowered, legs spread like the obedient little fuck toy you are. My ropes already wrapped tight around your body, binding your arms behind your back, squeezing your tits just enough to remind you they’re mine. You're already dripping, and I haven’t even touched you yet.
You know what’s coming. You feel it in the air—the tension, the control, the promise that I’m about to use you.
I walk a slow circle around you, dragging the leather paddle across your ass as you shiver, not from ***—but anticipation. You need this. You need to be reminded who owns you.
"You’re my good little slave, aren’t you?" I ask, gripping your face, forcing your eyes up to mine.
"Yes, Master." That voice—soft, obedient, desperate.
I push you forward, bending you over the bench, your knees wide, pussy spread and glistening for me. The rope creaks as you shift, but you’re not going anywhere. You’re bound, ***… completely mine.
I bring the paddle down—crack—a sharp slap to your ass that makes you jolt. Then again, and again. You gasp, your breath hitching, but you don’t ask me to stop. Because you want to be broken for me. Used. Ruined.
I trade the paddle for the flogger, dragging the leather across your sensitive skin before delivering a series of sharp, rhythmic lashes. Your ass glows red, your body twitching beautifully under every strike. I own every sound that leaves your mouth. Every tremble, every gasp—it’s all for me.
"This is who you are," I growl. "My bound little fuck doll. My cum-drunk, needy little whore."
I reach between your legs and my fingers come back soaked. Your pussy’s throbbing for me—clenching around nothing.
So I give you what you’re begging for.
I slam my cock deep inside your cunt in one hard thrust. You scream, a raw, aching cry as I start fucking you without mercy. My hips crash into your ass, my balls slap your soaked clit with every brutal stroke, and you just take it. Because that’s your purpose.
Your body belongs to me. Your orgasm belongs to me. Your soul belongs to me.
You cum hard, screaming my name, but I don’t stop. I *** you through it—make you feel every inch, every stroke, every brutal wave as you fall apart beneath me. And then I do it again. And again.
I tug on the nipple clamps biting into your sensitive tits, twist them, watch your face contort with *** and pleasure. You’re drooling, sobbing, cumming, completely broken—and I’ve never seen anything more perfect.
Then I pull out and grab your hair, dragging you up, and shove my cock into your mouth without a word.
You *** immediately. Spit runs down your chin, tears streak your face, but you don’t stop me. You open wider. You offer yourself. Because that mouth belongs to me too.
I fuck your throat like it’s just another hole for me to use. Messy, sloppy, brutal. The sound of wet gags and gasps echo as I use your mouth like my personal cum sleeve.
"You’re just a filthy little toy, aren’t you? My perfect fuck slave. You’d do anything for my attention—let me use you, break you, ruin you—because that’s what you were made for."
"Yes, Master…" you mumble, your voice hoarse and hungry, lips swollen and coated in spit.
I slam you onto your back, ropes holding your thighs wide open. Your pussy’s a mess—red, sensitive, twitching—and I drive my cock right back in.
Hard. Deep. Dominant.
You scream. You sob. And you cum again. And again. And again.
Your body convulses, squirting uncontrollably, soaking the ropes and the sheets—but you don’t stop. You can’t. You’re trapped. Tied. Owned. Completely *** to the overwhelming, endless pleasure I’m forcing through your core.
"This is what you are now," I growl into your ear. "Mine. My perfect little fuck slave. And I’ll use you however I want. You’ll cum for me until your brain goes blank and your body forgets anything but my cock."
Finally, when you’re limp and ruined, I pull out. I grab your hair again, tilt your face up to me, and stroke my cock over your spit-slicked lips.
"Open that pretty little slut mouth."
You obey.
I cum hard all over your face—hot, thick, marking you. It splashes your lips, your tongue, your cheeks. You look up at me covered in it, smiling like the perfect little whore you are.
"Good girl," I growl. "That’s my messy, ruined, obedient little cum-slut. And tomorrow, we’ll do it all again.”

[Al****]

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22 minutes ago, Altsub said:

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That was beautiful 🔥 😤🔥

[Starrrabbit]

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