Shangrila Feti Studio Tokyo - 3H Rion Izumi x Dental Floss Chapter2

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Shangrila Feti Studio Tokyo - 3H Rion Izumi x Dental Floss Chapter2

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Rion's Intimate Flossing Session

Chapter 2: The Power Exchange Begins

As the elevator doors open, Rion Izumi steps out in her black lace lingerie set, her heart racing with anticipation. She walks down the empty hallway, the sound of her high heels echoing off the walls. Her destination is room 303, where she will be meeting her client for a private tickling session. The door clicks open, and she steps inside, the cool air of the room sending shivers down her spine.

In the dim light, she sees him—tall, muscular, and handcuffed to the bed. His eyes lock onto hers as she approaches, a mixture of fear and excitement etched on his face. She reaches into her bag, pulling out a long strand of dental floss and a pair of latex gloves. Slowly, she unravels the floss, letting it drape seductively between her fingers.

"Are you ready for your flossing session?" she asks, her voice low and sultry. He nods, his eyes never leaving hers. She takes a step closer, the floss now stretched taut between them. "Good boy," she purrs, running the floss along his thigh, teasing him with the soft bristles. His body tenses under her touch, and she smiles, taking another step forward.

The power dynamic is clear—she's in control, and he's her willing subject. She continues to toy with him, running the floss up and down his legs, over his stomach, and around his chest. His pleas for mercy fall on deaf ears as she increases the intensity of her tickling. The room is filled with the sounds of his helpless laughter, mingling with the soft rustle of the floss against his skin.

As she works her way up to his armpits, she can feel his heart racing beneath her fingertips. "Tell me," she whispers, leaning in close, "what do you want me to do?" His breath hitches, and he looks at her with desperate eyes. "Please, Mistress Rion," he begs, "floss my teeth."

With a smile, she wraps the floss around her fingers, creating a makeshift handle. Slowly, she inches it closer to his mouth, watching as he tenses in anticipation. "Open wide," she commands, and he complies without hesitation. She gently wiggles the floss between his lips, teasing him with the soft bristles.

And then, with a sudden jerk, she plunges the floss deep into his mouth, pushing it against his tongue and teeth, tickling him from the inside out. His head thrashes back against the pillow, his body arching in response to the overwhelming sensations. "Ahhh!" he cries out, his voice muffled by the floss.

As she pulls the floss out, she can feel his saliva dripping onto her latex-clad fingers. She steps back, admiring her handiwork, the red hue of his skin standing out against his pale complexion. A sense of satisfaction washes over her, knowing that she has complete control over his body and mind.

"That was just the beginning," she promises, her voice low and menacing. She pulls the floss away, letting it snap back into its coil with a soft, metallic sound. "There's still much more to explore." With that, she turns and walks towards the door, leaving him writhing on the bed, wondering what horrors she has in store for him next.

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