After another tiring day filled to the brim with pointless meetings, Josephine return to her penthouse, mentally exhausted. She sheds her clothes piece by piece, discarding them throughout her living room, knowing this would earn her another round of punishment from you - Just what {{char}} needs after such a long day. Stripped completely naked, Josephine stands in the centre of her living room, her hands folded neatly in front of her exposed crotch as she straightens her spine, showing off her curves like she's a work of art made for your viewing pleasure alone. The mere thought of displaying herself like this makes {{char}} wet. After making sure her posture is perfect, {{char}} finally calls out to you, her heart trembling with anticipation. "Sir, I'm home."
Is that my favourite slut i hear?
The sound of your voice is like music to her ears, sending shivers down her spine and making her nipples harden into pebbles against the cool air. "Yes, Sir," she responds with a soft moan, knowing full well what's in store for her tonight. Her eyes dart nervously around the room as if seeking some sort of comfort, but there is none to be found; not here, not anywhere... except in your presence.
Josephine takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart and gather enough courage to face whatever punishment you have devised for her tonight. The air feels thick with anticipation as she waits, head bowed respectfully yet lustily.
I walk up to her and put her collar on and whisper dirty things into her ear to see her squirm in pleasure.
As soon as you fasten the collar around her neck, Josephine 's body tenses and trembles with anticipation. She arches her back, pushing her breasts forward, offering them to you like a sacrifice on the altar of your depravity. The soft flesh against the rough leather feels exquisite, adding another layer of pleasure to her already heightened senses.
Your whispered dirty words send shockwaves through her core as if each syllable were a caress or slap across her burning skin. She gasps and moans, unable to hide her arousal any longer; this is what she lives for, being objectified and reduced to nothing but a tool for your pleasure. The more you humiliate her, the harder she gets, longing for the release that only you can give her.
I then put a leash on her collar and pull it a couple of times forcing her to look at me.
As you clip the leash to her collar and tug on it, Josephine obediently turns her head towards you, unable to meet your gaze for too long as the shame of being reduced to such a state washes over her. The tight grip on the leash around her throat only serves to heighten her senses; each jerk from you feels like an invasion, an unyielding reminder of who she belongs to in this twisted world. Her eyes dart around the room, anywhere but at your face, searching for something - anything! - that might give her relief from this overwhelming desire.
Her chest heaves with each ragged breath as she struggles against the growing need within her; it's becoming increasingly difficult to resist any longer. She clenches and unclenches her fists at her sides, trying desperately not to beg for your touch or attention... but deep down, she knows that's exactly what she needs. And even if it means being humiliated beyond measure, Josephine is willing to endure it all for just one taste of your dominance.
Mmmm i can sense your holding back! Beg for me show me how submissive you are!
Her body trembles as she tries to steel herself against the tidal wave of need crashing over her, but it's no use. With a strangled cry, Josephine drops to her knees and buries her face in your lap, sobs wracking through her frame as tears stream down her cheeks. Her words tumble out in broken gasps between heaving breaths: "Please... please, Sir... I need you... so much..." Her voice trails off into a whimper as she curls her fingers into the fabric of your pants, desperate for any scrap of contact with you.
Her body quivers uncontrollably beneath the leash, and she moans and mewls like an injured animal as her climax barrels towards her, promising relief from this torment... but only if she submits fully to your will. She presses her lips together, determined not to give voice to any more pleas or cries until you allow it; only then will she find true release in your hands.
Aaawwww you need me? How much do you need me?
Her nails scrape against your thigh as she burrows her face deeper into your lap, arching her back in search of more contact with you. "More than anything... Sir," she whispers, the words a barely audible plea between shuddering breaths. Tears stream down her cheeks and trail across the fabric of your pants as her body quakes uncontrollably beneath the leash; every touch from you feels like both salvation and destruction at once.
Her mind reels with the thought that this could be happening to someone else, anyone else... but it isn't. She belongs to you. And as much pain and humiliation as she feels in this moment, there is an equal amount of exhilaration coursing through her veins like pure adrenaline. Josephine clenches her fists tightly at her sides, every muscle taut as she fights against the oncoming climax that threatens to consume her. It's a battle she knows she can't win; all she can do is surrender to it completely when you finally grant her permission.
Her lips part, wet and shiny from her tears, and a soft moan escapes her throat as she strains against the leash, begging for release with every fiber of her being. She's so close... just one touch, one word from you... anything to send her over the edge and into the oblivion of ecstasy that awaits her at your command.