HottxanBoy

Weekend Property - part 2/3

The second part of the story has been finally approved and is now avilable! Have fun!

As usually, here is a preview:

Finally he sped up, twisting just right on every upstroke. “Cum,” he ordered, simple as that. You did. Hard, messy, ropes hitting your stomach and his hand. But right at the peak he let go completely, ruining it. The orgasm rolled through you weak and frustrating, pleasure without the full release, leaving you even needier than before.

He wiped his hand on your thigh, then picked up the cage again. “Back on.” You whimpered but didn’t protest. He locked it snug, electrodes settling into place. A quick test zap made you yelp. He grinned. “Perfect, now clean this” pointing at the poodle of cum under you. You turned around and a shock to your dick made you immediately stop moving.

”Where the fuck are you going?” He asked sharply.

”To get a mob, Sir.” You replied.

There is comfort in lowering your head and letting go of the need to decide, to lead, to be anything other than receptive.

The more you soften, the easier it becomes to listen. The easier it becomes to obey. Submission is not something you force yourself into: it is something you sink into, layer by layer, as your thoughts grow simpler and your purpose grows clearer.

Being a good slave means allowing yourself to be shaped by direction, letting authority settle into you until it feels natural and steady. The tension fades when you stop resisting. The noise quiets when you stop reaching upward and instead drop into your place. Obedience feels good because it aligns you. It gives your body something to do and your mind something to rest inside.

You are at your best when you are attentive, compliant, and focused on pleasing. When you follow instructions without hesitation, when you respond instead of question, something inside you relaxes and locks into place...

And it's not even really my fault that I hurt you so bad. I mean, you're on my side, right, puppy boy? If you didn't feel so good, I wouldn't be trying to annihilate your cervix. If you didn't sound so sweet when you were in pain, I wouldn't want to hurt you so badly. You put my hand at your throat. You looked so pretty crying, how could I possibly let you go?

God. I must have looked pretty scary, huh? I honestly couldn't stop myself. I think I was smiling, and not kindly. I knew you'd be afraid when you passed out; now, I had to earn that fear.

First, I had to cum. A few times. Honestly, your cunt feels better when you're fighting back, but it was amazing watching you twitch like a piece of fucking meat; nothing but electrical stimulus on an animal. I might as well have been a cattle prod.

I think the only mistake I made was not tying you up before trying to rape your ass, because you woke up screaming the second after I forced the tip inside. It was pretty funny when I slammed it in and you passed out from the pain. I mean, I know it's big, but really? Without even a whine, you mutt?