a mixture of art and lust

Lena was 22, quiet, shy, and always polite. The perfect neighbor with big innocent eyes and a gentle smile. I had been watching her for months. I knew her routine, her jogging path along the forest edge, her love for lonely walks. It was almost too easy.

I took her four days ago. No big scene on the open road — a quick grab, chloroform, and she was unconscious in my trunk. Now she was here: in my secret cabin deep in the woods, kilometers away from any road, any person. A hidden place no one knew about. Thick wooden walls, heavy curtains, no cell service, only the quiet cracking of the forest outside. A perfect cage.

Day 1 – Resistance

When she woke up, she was naked, handcuffed to a massive wooden frame with her legs spread wide. The cabin was dimly lit by an old lamp. She started screaming immediately.

“Help! Let me go, you sick fuck! What do you want from me?!”

Her voice echoed through the cabin. Sweet. Desperate. Useless.

I stepped out of the shadows, wearing only jeans, and looked at her calmly. “You belong to me now, Lena. No one can hear you out here. No one is coming.”

She spat in my face. Scratched, kicked, fought as much as the restraints allowed. I simply wiped the spit away and laughed quietly. Then I took her for the first time.

Hard. Without any preparation. I thrust deep inside her while she screamed and cursed. Her tight, unprepared pussy clenched around me against her will. I fucked her mercilessly, gripping her hips and pounding again and again until her screams turned into sobbing. When I came inside her, she was only crying.

But I was far from done. I used her the entire day and half the night. Mouth, pussy, over and over. Every time she begged me to stop, I fucked her harder. The overstimulation started right there — I forced her body to cum even when she didn’t want it, while she still hated me.

“Fuck you… I hate you…” she whispered hoarsely at some point.

I grabbed her chin and looked into her tear-filled eyes. “Your body doesn’t lie. You’ll learn how much you need this.”

Day 2 – The First Cracks

In the morning I untied her only to restrain her again — this time on all fours on the old wooden bed, ass up. I had brought a strong vibrator.

For hours I let it work inside her while I fucked her mouth in turns. Her body was already shaking after the first forced orgasm. After the third she wasn’t screaming in pain anymore, but from overload. Her thighs were soaked, her voice breaking.

“Please… please stop… I can’t take anymore… I’ll do anything you want…”

I just laughed and pushed her head deeper onto my cock. “You will do anything I want. But only once you’re broken.”

I switched to pure brutality. Fucked her from behind while the vibrator kept running. Pure overstimulation. She came again and again until her body was only convulsing and she was barely conscious. Tears, drool, sweat — everything mixed on the sheets.

In between I whispered mantras into her ear: “You are my fucktoy. Your pussy belongs to me. Your mind belongs to me. Say it.”

She still refused. “Never…”

But her body betrayed her every time. She got wetter. She pushed back against me. The resistance was crumbling.

Day 3 – The Break

The third night was the decisive one.

I hadn’t let her sleep. All night long. No breaks. I switched between my cock, the vibrator, and my fingers. Her eyes were already glassy, her gaze empty and desperate. Her body twitched at the slightest touch. She was drooling uncontrollably, tongue slightly hanging out.

I sat on the bed, pulled her onto my lap and thrust deep inside her. She was so wet and sensitive that she came instantly — a long, shuddering orgasm that shook her entire body.

I held her tight, one hand around her throat, the other in her hair.

“Say it now,” I demanded coldly and thrust slowly but deeply. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“N-no… please… I can’t…” Her voice was only a hoarse, broken whisper.

I sped up. Hard. Brutal. Again and again. Her body clenched around me, another forced orgasm tearing through her. She cried out, tears streaming down.

Once more. And once more.

Something inside her visibly snapped.

Her eyes rolled back slightly, her gaze turning empty and at the same time hungry. The last remnants of resistance fell away.

“I… I belong to you…” she whispered at first, barely audible.

I thrust harder. “Louder.”

“I belong to you!” She almost sobbed it, but now pushed herself against me. “I’m your hole… your fucktoy… please… use me… I need it…”

The break was complete.

She smiled distortedly, drooling, while her body kept twitching uncontrollably. The innocent, shy Lena from next door no longer existed. What remained was only a broken, addicted little pet that clung to me and begged to be fucked more.

I came deep inside her, filling her completely. She moaned gratefully, pressing her hips against me as if she wanted to take every drop.

“Good girl,” I murmured and brushed the wet hair from her face. “From now on there is only this. No going back. You are mine.”

She nodded weakly, eyes glassy with exhaustion and new greed. “Yes… I’m yours… please… don’t stop…”

Outside, the wind howled through the forest. No one would ever find her. And even if they did — she wouldn’t want to leave anymore.

She was always supposed to be off-limits. My ex-girlfriend’s best friend — the sweet, younger girl I had known for years. After the breakup, she somehow stayed in my life. We became close. Really close. She would text me late at night when she had problems with guys, cry on my shoulder, and tell me things she didn’t even tell her best friend. I listened. I comforted her. I acted like the safe, respectful guy she thought I was.

But every time she hugged me or wore those tiny shorts around my apartment, I was imagining destroying her.

Tonight she came over after a party because her best friend was out of town. She trusted me completely. She was wearing an oversized hoodie with nothing underneath and those tiny cotton shorts that barely covered her ass. Her smooth legs were tucked under her on my couch as we watched a movie. She looked so innocent. So comfortable. So fucking mine already.

I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I reached over and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her into a rough kiss. She stiffened in surprise.

Before she could pull away, I pushed her down onto the couch and pinned her wrists above her head.

“I’ve waited years for this,” I growled against her ear. “Years of listening to you cry about other guys while I imagined using you like a cheap slut. You thought I was safe? That I was your friend? I’m done pretending.”

I yanked her shorts down her legs, exposing her bare pussy. She was already wet. The sight made my cock twitch.

“Look at you,” I said, dragging my thick cock along her slit. “Already dripping for your best friend’s ex. What would she say if she knew her sweet little bestie was such a needy whore?”

I pushed inside her with one deep, possessive thrust. She gasped sharply, her tight walls clenching around me. I didn’t go slow. I fucked her hard, claiming every inch of her body while reminding her exactly what this was.

“You used to tell me everything,” I groaned between heavy thrusts, my hand tight around her wrists. “You trusted me more than anyone. And now I’m ruining you on the same couch where you cried to me about your exes.”

I let go of her wrists, flipped her onto her stomach, and pulled her hips up. I slammed back into her from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, the other slapping her ass hard until it turned red.

“Tell me,” I demanded, slowing my strokes until she whimpered. “Tell me whose pussy this is now.”

When she hesitated, I slapped her ass again.

“It’s yours…” she breathed, voice shaking.

“Louder. Tell me you’re a better fuck than your best friend ever was.”

The shame in her voice as she said it made me throb inside her. I rewarded her by fucking her even deeper and faster.

I used her everywhere. I made her ride me on the couch while I slapped her tits and told her how pathetic she looked creaming on the same cock that used to fuck her best friend. I bent her over the kitchen counter and took her again. Then I put her on all fours on the living room floor and fucked her tight little asshole, stretching her open while she moaned and cried at the same time.

While I was buried deep in her ass, I reached around and rubbed her clit gently, almost tenderly.

“That’s it,” I whispered against her back, kissing her shoulder. “Take my cock like a good girl. You were always too pure for them. This is what you were made for.”

Her body started shaking hard. She came around my cock with a broken sob, her asshole clenching tightly as waves of unwanted pleasure ripped through her.

That pushed me over the edge.

I flipped her onto her back, wrapped my hand around her throat, and looked straight into her teary, glassy eyes as I fucked her deep.

“You’re not her best friend anymore,” I growled. “You’re mine. My personal fucktoy. My dirty little secret. Every time you see her, you’ll know I’ve been inside every single one of your holes.”

I came hard, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her ass while she trembled beneath me.

Afterward, I didn’t pull out right away. I stayed buried inside her, stroking her hair gently and kissing the tears from her cheeks. I held her close against my chest, my voice soft but possessive.

She had always been my safe place. My sweet best friend, a few years younger than me, the one person I could truly relax with. We’d spent years building something real — late-night talks, shared secrets, supporting each other through heartbreaks and stress. I genuinely cared about her as a person. I respected her mind, her heart, her laugh. She trusted me completely.

And that trust made what happened tonight so much darker.

We were on the couch as usual. She looked so comfortable, so innocently sexy in those tiny black athletic shorts that barely covered her perfect ass and a loose white crop top. Her smooth legs rested across my lap, her skin warm against me. Every time she shifted, the shorts rode up higher, teasing the soft curve where her thighs met her ass. I tried to ignore it. I really did. But my cock had been throbbing for the last twenty minutes, and something primal finally overpowered everything else.

I grabbed her hair firmly and yanked her head back.

Her eyes widened in shock. “Wait… what are you doing?”

I didn’t answer with words. I pushed her face down into the cushions and pinned her there. My heart was pounding as I ripped her shorts down her legs, exposing her bare pussy. She was already a little wet. That small betrayal of her body made me even harder.

“You’ve always been such a good girl for me,” I whispered against her ear, my voice low and rough. “My sweet friend. But I can’t hold back anymore. Tonight I’m taking you.”

I spit on my cock and pushed inside her in one long, deep stroke. She gasped sharply, her body tensing around me. I groaned at how tight and warm she felt. I started fucking her slowly at first, savoring every inch, letting her feel the full betrayal of my cock stretching her.

I could feel her trembling beneath me — fear, confusion, and something else. Her pussy was getting wetter with every thrust, even as soft whimpers escaped into the cushion.

I leaned down, still buried deep inside her, and spoke softly against her neck:

“I used to listen to all your problems… used to care what you thought. Now I just want to use you like a toy. Doesn’t that make you feel pathetic?”

I pulled her hair harder, arching her back as I started fucking her faster, deeper. My hand reached around to squeeze her tits roughly, pinching her nipples until she moaned. I could feel her body starting to respond against her will — her hips pushing back slightly, her breathing getting heavier.

I dragged her off the couch and forced her onto her knees. Looking down into her teary eyes, I rubbed my cock across her lips.

“Open.”

She hesitated for a second, but I pushed inside her mouth anyway, sliding deep into her throat. I fucked her face with long, controlled strokes, watching the tears roll down her cheeks while her tongue instinctively worked around me.

“That’s it,” I murmured, stroking her hair almost gently. “My smart, sweet best friend on her knees choking on my cock. All those years of friendship and this is what you were really meant for.”

I pulled out, let her gasp for air, then spit in her mouth and made her swallow before pushing back in. When I finally dragged her up again, I laid her on her back on the floor, folded her legs over my shoulders, and sank back into her soaked pussy.

This time I was rougher. I fucked her hard, my hips slamming against her ass. But between the brutal thrusts I would lean down and kiss her neck, bite her shoulder, whisper filthy truths:

“You’re getting so fucking wet for me. Your body knows what you are now. Just my little cumslut. My former best friend who exists to take my cock.”

I slid out and pressed against her tight asshole. She whimpered in protest, but I pushed in slowly, claiming her completely. The sound she made — half pain, half overwhelmed pleasure — sent a shiver through me. I fucked her ass deep and steady, one hand gently stroking her clit while the other held her throat.

“Feel that? I’m ruining every part of you. Everything we were… I’m replacing it with this.”

Her body started shaking. I could tell she was close despite herself. I kept rubbing her clit faster until she came hard around my cock, crying and moaning at the same time.

That pushed me over the edge.

I pinned her down, looked straight into her glassy, broken eyes and growled:

“You were my best friend… and now you’re mine. My holes. My toy. My property.”

I came deep inside her ass, filling her with long, thick pulses while she trembled underneath me.

Afterwards, I didn’t pull out immediately. I stayed buried inside her, stroking her hair, kissing her tear-stained cheek almost tenderly while my cum slowly leaked out of her.

I whispered softly against her ear:

The forest was pitch black except for the faint moonlight filtering through the trees. I had her on a thick leather leash, tugging her deeper and deeper into the woods. She was only eighteen — just turned legal a few weeks ago — and she looked so small and fragile stumbling behind me with bare, bleeding feet and a torn white dress barely clinging to her body.

She could have run. She didn’t. This sick little masochist had begged me to bring her out here.

I finally stopped in a small clearing and yanked her down hard onto her knees in the dirt. Her wide, terrified eyes looked up at me, shining with fear and that twisted hunger she can’t hide.

I spat right into her open mouth. “Swallow it, you filthy little whore.”

She did it instantly, whispering a shaky “Thank you…” while her thighs pressed together, already dripping.

I wrapped my hand around her slender throat and squeezed hard, watching her face turn red as she struggled for air. Just when her eyes started to flutter, I let go. She gasped desperately, coughing, but the second she could breathe again she moaned like a needy slut.

I pulled out my knife and pressed the cold blade against her cheek. Her whole body jerked in fear, but her nipples were rock hard and her pussy was literally leaking down her legs.

“You love this, don’t you?” I growled, dragging the knife slowly down her neck before slicing through the straps of her dress. “A barely legal girl, all alone in the dark forest with a sadist who’s going to destroy her.”

“Yes…” she breathed, tears rolling down her dirty cheeks. “I love being scared… I love when it hurts… I need you to be cruel to me.”

I slapped her hard across the face, then forced her over a fallen log. I whipped her bare ass with my belt until she was sobbing and screaming, bright red welts rising on her pale skin. Every time the leather cracked against her, she pushed her ass back for more.

I wrapped the leash tight around her throat and slammed my cock into her tight little cunt in one brutal thrust. While I fucked her like an animal, I choked her harder, cutting off her air completely. Her pussy clenched around me like crazy as she came, shaking and squirting, even while she couldn’t breathe.

I pressed the knife to her throat from behind, the sharp edge biting into her skin with every savage thrust.

“Careful, baby,” I whispered against her ear, spitting on the side of her face. “One wrong move and this knife goes deeper. But you fucking love that, don’t you?”

She could barely speak, but she still managed to choke out: “I do… I love it… Please don’t stop hurting me…”

I flipped her onto her back, pinned her down, and fucked her even harder while choking her with my hand and dragging the knife across her inner thighs, leaving thin red lines. She came again, crying, drooling, completely broken — exactly how I like her.

When I finally filled her young pussy with my cum, she was a total wreck: bruised, bleeding, covered in my spit, tears streaming down her face.

I leaned down and bit her neck hard enough to draw blood. Between broken sobs she whispered:

“I belong to you… I love being your victim… Please never be gentle with me.”

Our First Night

We’d been talking on Tumblr for months. We knew each other’s real names. We’d sent voice messages, had long late-night calls, and spilled every dark fantasy we had. We knew exactly how the other sounded when they came. But we had one rule we both wanted: when we finally met in person, I would wear a simple black fabric mask — the kind burglars wear. Only my eyes and mouth would be visible. She would never see my full face that night. She would only feel me — raw, anonymous, and completely merciless.

That was the fantasy we both craved. Tonight, room 412. She’s already waiting.

I slide the key card into the lock and push the door open. The hallway light slices across the carpet for a second before the door clicks shut behind me, dropping the room back into that soft, warm lamplight.

She’s sitting right on the edge of the king bed, knees pressed together, hands resting on her thighs like she’s trying to stay calm. She’s wearing nothing but a sheer black lace bralette that can barely hold her full tits and a tiny matching thong. Her nipples are already hard, poking against the thin fabric. The second she sees me — all in black, that tight fabric mask covering everything except my eyes and mouth — her breath hitches loud enough for me to hear, and her thighs squeeze even tighter.

I walk straight over without saying anything, boots heavy on the carpet, and stop right in front of her so my belt buckle is inches from her face. I hook two fingers under her chin and tilt her head up, forcing her to look straight into my eyes through the mask.

“You’ve seen my face in pictures. You know exactly who I am. But tonight you don’t get to see anything but my eyes and my mouth. You only get to feel what I do to you. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

I walk around her slowly, letting my fingers drag over her shoulder and down her spine. Then I hook them into the waistband of her thong and yank it down hard. The lace is already soaked through, a dark wet patch right in the middle. I leave it bunched around her ankles.

“Bend over the bed. Hands flat on the mattress. Ass up high. Legs spread.”

She does it right away, arching her back deep and spreading her legs. Her pussy is right there — smooth, puffy, shining with how wet she is. Her clit is already peeking out, and a thin string of her arousal is dripping slowly down her thigh.

I crouch behind her and spread her ass cheeks with both hands, taking a good long look. “Fuck, look at you,” I mutter, my voice a little muffled by the mask. “You’re already dripping. All those months telling me how badly you wanted to be ruined… and here you are, soaked for a masked man who knows your name.”

I run two thick fingers through her slick folds, then push them deep inside her without any warning. She’s burning hot and so tight my fingers slide in to the knuckle with a wet sound. She moans sharply, her hips twitching.

I start pumping them hard and fast, curling hard against her g-spot every time. With my other hand I undo my belt and pull out my cock — thick, heavy, already rock-hard and leaking. I stroke myself slowly while I finger-fuck her, loving the filthy wet noises her cunt is making.

“Please…” she whimpers, voice shaking.

I pull my fingers out and slap her pussy hard — once, twice, three times. The wet smacks fill the room. She cries out, legs trembling.

“Beg properly. Like the filthy little slut you were in all those messages.”

“Please fuck me, Sir. Use me hard. I want it rough. I need you to destroy me tonight. I’m so much better than your girlfriend anyway… I can take everything you give me. She could never handle you like this.”

Those words hit me like fire. I grab her hips tight enough to bruise, line my cock up, and slam into her in one brutal thrust. I bottom out instantly, balls slapping against her clit. She lets out a loud, broken moan that turns into a sob as I start pounding her without mercy.

The wet slap of skin on skin echoes through the room. I fuck her deep and hard, each thrust shoving her forward on the bed. I reach forward, wrap my hand around her throat from behind and squeeze just enough to make her breath catch. Her pussy clamps down around me like a vice.

“That’s it. Take every fucking inch, you greedy whore. You know how thick I am, and now you’re finally getting stretched and ruined by it — bent over like a toy while I wear this mask. You really think you’re better than her? Then prove it. Milk my cock with that tight little cunt.”

I smack her ass over and over — hard, stinging slaps that leave bright red handprints on her pale skin. Then I slide my hand underneath and rub her swollen clit in fast, rough circles. Her whole body starts shaking hard.

“Come on my cock right now. Squirt for me.”

She comes with a loud, desperate scream, her pussy spasming wildly around me, hot squirt gushing out around my cock and soaking my balls, her thighs, and the sheets. I don’t slow down at all. I just keep fucking her through it, even harder.

When her legs start to buckle I pull out, flip her onto her back, shove her knees up to her chest until she’s folded in half, and slam back into her soaked cunt in one savage thrust. This angle lets me go even deeper. I pin her wrists above her head with one hand and slap her tits hard with the other, watching them bounce and turn red with every brutal stroke.

“Look at you,” I growl, eyes burning through the mask as I stare down at her tear-streaked face and smudged mascara. “You’ve seen my face, you know my name, but tonight you’re still getting fucked stupid by the masked version of me. Your cunt is creaming all over my cock and you don’t even get to look me in the eyes while I ruin you. Say it again — tell me how much better you are.”

She gasps between moans, voice cracking: “I’m better… so much better than your girlfriend… I can take it all… use me harder, Sir.”

I lean down and bite her neck hard, sucking a dark mark into her skin. She whimpers my name like it’s the only word she knows.

My orgasm is building fast. At the last second I pull out, climb up and straddle her chest, stroking my glistening cock furiously right over her face.

“Open your mouth wide. Tongue out. Eyes on the mask.”

She does it instantly — lips parted, tongue flat, eyes locked on the black mask. The first thick rope of cum lands across her tongue and lips. More spurts hit her cheek, the bridge of her nose, her forehead. I keep going until heavy streams cover her face and drip down onto her tits, leaving her a complete, messy, glazed wreck.

I slap my cock against her cum-covered tongue a couple times, then sit back, breathing hard, looking down at her.

“Stay exactly like that,” I tell her, voice low and rough. “I’m nowhere near done with you tonight. We’ve got hours, and I remember every filthy thing you ever told me you wanted.”

She licks her lips slowly, tasting me, and whispers hoarsely, “Yes, Sir… I’m better. Use me all night.”

I smile behind the mask, my cock already twitching again.

She’s there again — same tight leggings, same little sports bra that’s doing a piss-poor job of hiding how hard her nipples get when she’s mid-set. She thinks I don’t notice the way she glances over when I rack the barbell. Thinks I don’t see her thighs clench when I walk past dripping sweat.

Tonight she stays later than usual.

Mistake.

Lights are low in the stretching area. Mirrors everywhere. She’s on the mat doing some fake-ass cooldown yoga, ass up, back arched like an invitation she’ll pretend she didn’t mean to send.

I don’t ask.

I don’t need to.

One hand clamps over her mouth before she can even gasp. The other fists the front of her bra and yanks her back against my chest. She thrashes — cute, desperate little kicks — but I’m already walking her forward, pinning her face-first to the mirrored wall. Her panicked breaths fog the glass.

“Shhh. You’ve been eye-fucking me for weeks, little slut. Thought I wouldn’t collect?”

She shakes her head under my palm. Muffled “no no no” vibrations against my skin. Her body’s saying something else entirely — hips twitching back, thighs trembling, already slick enough I can smell it.

I rip the leggings down just far enough. No panties. Of course.

Dirty fucking girl.

My fingers find her soaked in seconds. Three shove in without warning — she bucks, tries to scream into my hand. I curl them hard, hit that spot that makes her knees buckle.

“You’re gonna take it right here where anyone could walk in. Gonna fuck you raw while you pretend you hate it. Safeword’s still red if you really need it… but we both know you won’t say it.”

I line up, thick head nudging her entrance. One brutal thrust and I’m buried to the hilt. Her whole body jolts, nails scraping the mirror. I don’t give her time to adjust — just grip her hips and pound like I’ve been waiting to break her open since the first time she “accidentally” dropped her water bottle in front of me.

Every slap of skin echoes. Every choked whimper she can’t quite swallow.

“Look at yourself,” I growl against her ear, forcing her chin up so she sees her own wrecked face in the reflection. Mascara already streaking. Lips swollen from biting them. Eyes glassy and desperate.

“Tell me to stop.”

She doesn’t.

She just moans brokenly and pushes back to meet every thrust like the needy rape-bait she’s always been.

Gonna fill her up. Mark her insides. Leave her dripping on the gym floor so she has to waddle to her car wondering if anyone will smell me on her tomorrow.

And next week?

She’ll be back.

Same time.

Same mat.

Begging for it all over again without saying a word.

God, look at her—struggling under me like a trapped animal, but every twist of her hips grinds her soaked pussy right against my thigh. Those little panicked gasps when I clamp my hand harder over her mouth, muffling the “no, stop, please”—fuck, it’s music. Her eyes are wide, glassy, pupils blown huge with that perfect mix of real fear and filthy want.

I yank her wrists higher above her head, pinning them to the mattress with one brutal grip while my free hand rips her thin cotton panties to the side. The fabric tears loud enough to make her flinch. She’s dripping already, slick coating her inner thighs, her clit swollen and begging even as she tries to close her legs. I force them wider with my knee, spreading her open so roughly her breath hitches into a sob.

“You’re not going anywhere,” I growl low against her ear, letting her feel every word vibrate through her. “This cunt is mine tonight. You can cry all you want.”

She whimpers behind my palm, shaking her head no—no—no, but her hips lift toward me like they’re starving. I drag the head of my cock through her folds once, twice, coating myself in her, teasing that tight little entrance until she’s trembling, thighs quivering. Then I don’t wait. I slam in hard, one vicious thrust burying me to the hilt. Her whole body jerks, back arching off the bed, a choked scream trapped under my hand.

Fuck. So tight. So wet. Clenching around me like she’s trying to push me out and pull me deeper at the same time.

I don’t give her time to adjust. I start fucking her like I hate her—deep, punishing strokes that slap skin against skin, rocking her whole body up the mattress. Her tits bounce with every brutal drive, nipples hard little peaks begging to be hurt. I lean down and bite one, hard enough to mark, and she keens behind my fingers, thighs clamping around my waist like she never wants me to stop.

Tears are leaking from the corners of her eyes now, smearing mascara, but she’s grinding up to meet every thrust, chasing it, needing it. Her muffled pleas turn into broken little “please—please—please”s that don’t mean stop anymore. They mean more. Harder. Ruin me.

I slide my hand from her mouth to her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp, make her pulse flutter under my thumb. Her eyes roll back for a second—fuck yes, there it is. That moment she gives up fighting the fantasy and just drowns in it.

I’m going to fuck her until she can’t walk, until she’s a shaking, cum-drenched mess sobbing my name into the sheets. Until every inch of her remembers who owns her when the lights are low and the safeword stays untouched on her tongue.