amy

Name: Amy (you can also call me babe/baby, miss, mistress, my lady, or any other compliment :3)

Age: 20

Position: Top

Pronouns: She/Her or They/Them

Sexuality: Bisexual (male preference)

Kink/Fetishes

Yes: Body worship, financial domination, chasity, edging, feminization, cuckholding, leather, cnc

Maybe: Bondage, gagging, blood, intoxication

You tie him up one night, and hes excited for you to ride his cock, but as he shivers in pleasure as your flogger glides along his skin, you reveal that you want to try something a little different today.

"What is it?" He asks. "Well, I know you said that you hated it, but you never tried it. I think its time you faced your fears." He looked at you with a confused expression.

You straddled his lap, his swollen cock flinching when it met your perfect cunt, where it would not be going tonight.

"You're gonna cum in my ass." You replied, your painted lips forming a wide smile. He shook his head. "Miss, I already told you that I think thats gross. Dont you have toys specifically for that? I wont be mad if you use that." You pretended to consider it, then shook your own head. "Silicone cant replace flesh, silly boy."

You positioned his hard cock to your lubricated asshole, pressing the head to your entrance. He stuttered at the sensation. "Mistress! I said I didnt like anal! Stop it!" He protested. You shushed him, his tip disappearing inside of you. He squealed his safeword, but he might as well had been saying nothing at all as his length made its way up your ass.

He moaned at the feeling of how tight you were around him. You giggled. "Oh my... oh my god... oh, you're so fucking tight..." You drug your nails up and down his chest as you rode him. "Does it feel good?" His eyes were so wide. "I mean... yeah... but... please stop..."

You laughed, loudly, mockingly. "Thats a first. Asking me to stop even though it feels good." You ignored his demands as you began rocking back and forth, making him gasp. "Please... please, please, stop it..." he groans. You stop it with a smack to the cheek. "Slaves dont get to choose." He stared at you, looking terrified as you continued to force him to penetrate you.

His knife is freshly sharpened as he licks his lips as he thinks about how handsome he'd look with his living dead girl's name in his arm.

He'd thought about engraving his own name into your skin, but due to how fragile you were from being dead for so long, he couldnt risk hurting or, god forbid, killing you. Itd eat him alive with guilt and he'd probably commit suicide if he took your life, even if it was accidental.

The sting is nearly unbearable as he writes the first letter, whimpering in pain as blood gushes from the newly inflicted wound. He could stop now, have his assistant clean and bandage the wound, but this is much too important to him to stop. He grits his teeth as the blade strips tiny pieces of skin from his body. It hurts so good, and his creature having an infinite mark on his body is enough to make him orgasm.

Forcing them to only unstrap the part grazing your cunt and to eat you out like theres no tomorrow. You cant do much, even with the strap undone, since your arms are still restrained, but your history of violence is enough to make them obey without question.