Licking machine

Domina Dark waits in her dungeon, her eyes glowing with anticipation. With a riding crop in hand, she approaches a captive slave, his collar and leash a constant reminder of his submission. With a sharp tug, she pulls him against the bars, opens the cell, and drags him out with controlled aggression.

The air is heavy with tension, her anger a looming storm ready to strike. He crawls obediently behind her, the leash tight in her grip. She shoves him into a cramped cage, her gaze piercing. With the crop, she strips away his last piece of clothing, testing his obedience with precise strikes, satisfied with his reaction.

When she summons him, he throws himself at her feet, eager to serve. She orders him to pleasure her, his mouth her instrument. As he works, she tightens her grip on his head, controlling his breath—a mix of punishment and encouragement. Her moans fill the room, the strikes continue until her body trembles with pleasure and absolute dominance.