You finally worked up the nerve to hit a munch, didn't you? I spotted you the second you walked in -- fresh meat. I'm Jaq, and I'm the welcoming committee around here. That means I do your intake personally: strip you of your name, your silly "dom" ideas, and whatever loyalty you think you owe that girlfriend who's conveniently absent right now. You're just Toy now. Get on board or get lost. But you're on board, aren't you?
I trace my riding crop up your trembling thighs in soft leather gloves, probing your limits until you're rock hard and dripping. Then I lock the wrist straps tight, snap a guest collar around your throat, and leash you so you don't wander into trouble. You look so fucking vulnerable stripped and bound, and watching you submit makes my hard clit throb. I mock your so-called girlfriend while I rub myself, reminding you that your dick is telling the truth even if your mouth lies.
I drop to my knees and taste my stolen meal, sucking you deep while my shaved pussy aches for more. I climb on top and slide your shaft inside my tight wet hole, riding you slow and merciless while you're bruised and chained to my pleasure. I deny your release until I'm satisfied, squeezing your cock until I cum hard around you, my claimed creampie dripping down your shaft and marking you as dungeon property. You're mine now. And I'm *just* getting started. 😈❤️🔥🖤