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Title: Slave's Leather-Covered Orgasm of Submission
As the slave knelt at his mistress's feet, his heart raced with anticipation and fear. She towered over him, her eyes gleaming with power as she reached down and grabbed him by the collar. With a sharp tug, she pulled him closer, her leather-clad thighs brushing against his quivering frame.
"You have displeased me," she hissed, her breath warm against his cheek. "And now you shall pay the ultimate price."
The mistress's words sent shivers down his spine, and he gulped audibly, unable to meet her gaze. She pulled him onto her lap, her leather pants creaking ominously under his weight. She lifted her gloved hand, her fingers curling into a fist as she raised it high above her head.
"Prepare to be punished," she growled, her voice deep and threatening.
The sound of flesh smacking against flesh echoed through the room as she began to spank his balls, the pain shooting up his spine. He writhed on her lap, his body arching involuntarily as she continued to strike his sensitive flesh.
Suddenly, she stopped, her hand freezing in midair. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Do you want more?"
The slave trembled, unsure of how to respond. He felt her hand move downward, her long, gloved fingers gripping his aching cock through his loose underwear. She began to stroke him gently, her touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
"You're so pathetic," she purred, her voice laced with amusement. "But I must admit, you're quite the sight, begging for release like this."
As she spoke, she pulled his underwear down, freeing his cock and balls from their confinement. She ran her gloved hand up and down his shaft, her fingertips brushing against the head, teasing him mercilessly.
"Please, Mistress," he pleaded, his voice cracking with desire. "Let me cum on your leather pants."
His mistress chuckled darkly, a sinister glint in her eye. She stood up, towering over him as she unfastened her leather pants, revealing her smooth, bare thighs. She stepped back, her heels clicking against the floor as she gave him a commanding look.
"Cum for me, slave," she ordered, her voice ringing with authority.
With a deep, primal groan, the slave arched his back, his entire body trembling as he reached the peak of ecstasy. Hot, sticky cum erupted from his cock, splattering against her leather-clad thighs, leaving a messy stain.
As he collapsed onto the floor, exhausted but satisfied, he knew that he had truly submitted to his mistress's every whim. And in that moment, he was more content than he had ever been before.
