Delphine's SM Surrender

Delphine, in her element, commands the serf to assume a degrading position. They comply, their body trembling with anticipation. She picks up a riding crop, her gaze locked onto the serf's. With a flick of her wrist, she brings it down, leaving a crimson stripe across their ass. The serf moans, their cock hardening. Delphine smirks, "You like that, don't you?" She repeats the action, each strike building a symphony of pain and pleasure. Between lashes, she caresses them, her touch soft, contradicting the harsh sting of the crop.

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