Shinybound Productions - Bitchy Domme Gets Owned

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Shinybound Productions - Bitchy Domme Gets Owned

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Bitchy Domme Gets Owned

The room echoed with the sound of Mistress Violet's nylon mesh catsuit as she strutted in, cracking her riding crop against her thigh. Her submissive scurried over, kneeling at her feet and gazing up at her worshipfully. "Yes, mistress," he whimpered. "I'm here to serve you." Violet smirked down at him, her crimson lips curling. "I know you are, loser. Now strip and present yourself."



The poor worm was so obedient, so eager to debase himself for her pleasure. It was almost too easy. He hurried to obey, peeling off his clothes and standing at attention. Violet circled him, taking in the sight of his naked body, the way he quivered under her appraising gaze. She gave his ass a hard smack with the crop, enjoying his yelp. "Mmm, still tight. You've been practicing, good boy."



But something was off. The look in his eyes, the strange glint in his expression, it made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. "What is the meaning of this?" she demanded, displeasure lacing her tone. He moved towards her, a wicked grin on his face, and suddenly, it all became clear.



Her rope bag was already open and waiting. "What is the meaning of this?!" she yelled, trying to break free from the restraints. "I should punish you for such insolence!" But he just smiled, a wicked gleam in his expression. In a flash, he grabbed her and tied her wrists behind her back. Violet struggled, but he was too strong, too determined.



Ropes encircled her wrists, torso, waist, and crotch, binding her securely. He took her riding crop and tied it into her mouth, muffling her outraged cries. "No more orders from you, mistress. I'm the one giving commands now." He stepped back to admire his handiwork, grinning.



Violet writhed against the restraints, eyes blazing with fury. She kicked out at him, but he was too fast. He grabbed her big ball gag and replaced the crop in her mouth with it. Violet froze, suddenly understanding his intent. With a deft motion, he slid her crop between her legs, pushing the punishing end against her crotch.



Violet squealed around the gag as he drew it up, nestling it firmly between her folds. "There we go," he purred. "A nice little crotchrope for my mistress. Let's see how you enjoy being helpless for a change." And then he left her there, standing on one leg, the rope digging into her most sensitive places.



Violet seethed with impotent rage, sweat and tears pricking her eyes. How dare this worm turn on her! The indignity! But as she stood, bound and gagged, made to bear the stimulative pressure of the crotchrope, she felt a traitorous heat building in her loins. The shame of it burned her cheeks. Was she actually getting aroused by this?



Minutes stretched into an eternity as Violet suffered the agonizing bliss, her body betraying her. Without the release of climax, it was maddening. She finally admitted that slave had bested her today. He had taken his revenge...

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