Whips & Chains: A Serf's Submission

The serf's wrists are bound tightly above their head, their legs spread wide, their body suspended in mid-air. The master circles them, a cruel smile playing on their lips, a riding crop tapping against their palm. The serf's breath hitches as the crop connects with their flesh, leaving a red mark behind. They moan, their body writhing, trying to escape the sting, but there's nowhere to go. The master's voice is steady, "You belong to me now, serf. You will feel every lash, every strike, and you will thank me for it." The serf's body responds, their cock hardening, their pussy dripping with desire. They cry out, not in pain, but in ecstasy, as the master continues their relentless onslaught.

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