“You’re mine,” he growls, his eyes burning with desire. As the machine continues to pump, I feel myself growing increasingly aroused. He reaches between our bodies and starts to stroke my clit, adding to the overwhelming sensation. He reaches for his phone and turns off the vibrations of the chastity belt, leaving me to catch my breath. My nipples are hardened peaks, aching for his touch. Slowly, he unbuckles his belt and lets it fall to the floor. He steps back, his eyes fixed on me. He gently caresses my cheek, his rough hands contrasting with his tender touch. “Stand up,” he commands, and I do as I’m told. He leans in, his breath warm against my skin as he whispers, “Soon, you’ll be producing more, and it will all belong to me.”
“What… His fingers trace the outline of my breast, teasing the sensitive skin. “Now, let’s see how well you can please me,” he says, his voice dark and menacing. I feel a surge of emotions as he leans in, his breath warm against my skin. “Stand up,” he commands, and I do as I’m told. My eyes travel up her naked body to her slightly disheveled freckled face. One day I was enjoying this newfound freedom by lounging by the pool reading some new smut Master had added to my
