I’m ready for any extreme Taboo role play after what my Master put me through. It’s like it was yesterday, I’m shivering, my heart pounding in my chest as I lie submerged in the cold tub. The silky serpents slither across my flesh, their forked tongues flickering out to taste my skin. I try not to tremble or show my Master how much this revolted me.
He knows, of course. He always knows my deepest, darkest fears. It’s what drew me to him in the first place – the promise of delivering me to my hidden demons, to push me to the very edge of my sanity. And now, here I am, naked and defenseless, wrapped like a present for him to unwrap.
I focus on the steady hiss of the bathwater, the way the snakes’ scales rasp against my skin as they wind their way across my body. There are so many, I can feel them everywhere at once, sliding up my thighs, curling around my breasts, their heads bobbing as they glide through the water. I imagine their razor-sharp fangs sinking into my flesh at any moment.
My Master’s voice cuts through the haze of fear, low and commanding. “Be a good girl now, Breanne. Let them explore every inch of you.” I bite back a whimper, forcing myself to relax into the tub. My hands flutter helplessly at my sides, tempted to brush the snakes away but knowing better than to defy a direct order.
He rewards me with words of praise, his tone approving. “That’s it, Princess. You’re being such a brave girl. I’m so proud of you for fulfilling my Dark fetish.” Pride swells in my chest, even as revulsion churns in my gut.
The snakes seem to sense my momentary lapse, pressing against me more insistently. I can feel their astonishing, dry bodies sliding against my most intimate places, and a shudder runs through me. “Don’t think they won’t notice if you tense up,” my Master warns. “Keep nice and still for them.”
I clamp down on the urge to thrash, to scream, to run. Instead, I force myself to breathe slowly, deeply. In and out. I can endure this. I have to endure this. My Master is watching, and I won’t let him down.
I focus instead on the way my thighs tremble, the way my nipples have pebbled with a confusing mix of fear and arousal. Is it possible to be this turned on and this terrified at the same time? The snakes writhing against my body say yes.
“Good girl,” my Master croons, and I preen under the approval in his voice. “Now, open your mouth for me. Let me feel those pretty lips around my cock while our little friends keep you company.”
I do as I’m told, obediently parting my lips to take him inside. The metallic taste of the wine still clings to my tongue, and I moan as I swallow around him. He groans, praise spilling out between gritted teeth, and I soak it up like a sponge starved for water.
Breanne
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