Submission, pain, and mistress – three words that define my very existence. I am Lilith, a dark goddess worshipped by pitiful men who crave suffering beneath my cruel touch.
I grin wickedly, relishing the sight of my latest plaything kneeling submissively at my feet, trembling with desperate need. “Beg for me, pet,” I purr, trailing crimson fingernails along his quivering flesh. My black corset cinches tightly around my tiny waist, accentuating the provocative swell of my massive breasts and juicy ass.
“P-please, Mistress Lilith!” he whimpers pathetically, squirming in a futile attempt to hide his throbbing erection. “Use me however you desire! Punish me for your pleasure!”
“Mmm, such a good boy.” Grabbing a fistful of his hair, I yank him up and shove him face-down over a leather bondage bench. His needy whines only spur my sadistic hunger as I bind his wrists and ankles in unyielding chains. A stinging whip cracks through the air, raising livid welts across his squirming bottom.
“Yes, Mistress! Thank you, Mistress!” he babbles deliriously. I smirk in dark triumph, thick black hair tumbling around my pert breasts as I land another biting lash. His cock weeps piteously against the edge of the bench, swollen and denied.
“You’ll get no relief until I deem you worthy, slave,” I sneer, tweaking his nipples viciously. “Now hold still and admire my divine perfection while I have my way with you!”
I hike up my tight leather skirt and ride him hard, my juicy ass rippling with each cruel thrust. “Scream for me,” I demand, and his wails of agonized bliss echo through the dungeon. This is how I claim my pets’ total devotion – through exquisite torment and deliciously cruel sensations only a mistress of my caliber can provide. They’re lucky I allow them to worship at my altar of pain!
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