Master's Mark on the Bound Slave

The bound man, marked with welts and bruises, squirms as his mistress teases him with her body, her breath hot on his ear. "You're mine, pet," she whispers, her hand wrapping around his throbbing cock. She strokes him slowly, her grip tight, making him groan in frustration. She laughs, a sound as cruel as it is seductive. "Not yet, pet. You must earn your release." She steps back, her skirts rustling, and commands him to beg. He hesitates, then begins, his voice ragged, his pride shattering with each pleading word. She smiles, satisfied, and the game of power and pleasure continues.

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