Whips and Tears: A Master's Lesson

Suspended from the ceiling, a man hangs, his muscles taut, his body glistening with sweat. His Mistress, a vision in latex, circles him, her eyes hungry, her touch cruel. She teases him, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest, her nails digging into his flesh. He groans, his body straining against his bonds, but he stays still, his training kicking in. She smirks, pleased with his control, but she wants more. She wants him to beg, to plead for release. She reaches between his legs, her hand wrapping around his throbbing cock, and she squeezes, her nails digging into his sensitive flesh. He cries out, his body bucking, but he doesn't beg. Not yet.

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