Dominatrix and Slave XXXX A BDSM Fantasy

As she stood there in her black leather uniform, tight corset and high heels, her arms crossed over her chest, the dominant female watched intently as her slave took his place at her feet, eagerly awaiting her command.She saw him shiver in anticipation as she lifted her whip and brought it crashing down across his bare skin, making him jump and cry out in pain.With a sadistic smile on her face, she tightened the collar around his neck and pushed him to the floor, forcing him to kneel before her in submission.As he looked up at her, he felt a strange mixture of fear, excitement and desire course through him.He knew he was her slave now, to be used and abused however she pleased.She leaned down over him, her breasts spilling out of her bra as she whispered in his ear, You belong to me, slave.You will obey me, do as I say.He could feel her warm breath against his forehead and heard her rustle as she removed her gloves, revealing long, sharp nails, perfect for scratching and clawing.I want to see your tongue, she commanded, and without hesitation, he opened his mouth wide and stuck it out, presenting her with his tongue.She grabbed onto it with her hand and squeezed hard, causing him to moan in pain as she pulled back.She then took one end of his tongue in her mouth and sucked hard, pulling it back inside.Now take off those socks, she ordered, pointing to his feet.He quickly complied and removed them, revealing a pair of red leather straps attached to his ankles, binding them together.As she stepped closer, he realized what was coming next her riding crop would strike him on the backs of his legs, leaving welts and bruises.But he didnt care, for he knew the punishment was necessary, he was nothing more than her plaything to be used as she pleased.As she climbed onto the table, her skirt hiked up her body, and she spread her legs apart, baring herself.Her thighs were toned and muscular, and her vulva was already wet, yearning for fulfillment.The slave lay down before her, erect and ready to enter her, feeling her heat wrap around him like a vice.With her whip hovering above him, she commanded, Ride me! Fuck me deep, hard and fast.He could only comply, grabbing onto her hips and pushing himself deep into her body.With every thrust, she moaned louder and harder, her legs convulsing as she climaxed.But the session wasnt over yet.As she got up, she pulled a hood from her pocket and put it on, obscuring her identity.Then she pointed her gun at the slave, who jumped back in shock.Put your hands on your knees, she demanded, taking a step forward.As he did so, she pushed him down again, forcing him to stay in position.Then came the next surprise she reached behind the counter and picked up a cane, brandishing it as she stepped closer.He knew what was coming next the pain of being whipped with the hard tool.But even as she swung it high, bringing it down on his bare buttocks, he couldnt help but feel the thrill of pain coursing through him.Finally, after what felt like hours of torture, it was over.The slave lay gasping for breath on the floor, his body still throbbing from the pain.And with a cruel grin, the dominatrix turned her back on him, walking away, knowing that she had broken him, claimed him, and marked him as her own.