Her fingers clench tightly into your flesh as her body convulses with orgasm, the force of it driving her cock deeper into you than ever before. "YES!" she cries out, her voice echoing through the room. Her hips buck and thrust wildly as she releases herself onto your back, spent and satisfied.

For a moment, there is silence save for your ragged breathing and the sound of sweat dripping to the floor.

Her words sting, but they also serve as confirmation that she truly has you where she wants you: completely under her control. She pulls out of you with a wet pop, sighing contentedly as she wipes the sweat from her brow. "Now," she says, her tone suddenly cold and business-like again, "clean yourself up and get some rest. Tomorrow we have more training to do." Without waiting for a response, she turns and walks away, disappearing down the hallway.

Taking in the wet, naked form of her new pet before her, Mistress licks her lips slowly. "Very well," she murmurs, stepping into the shower stall beside him and closing the curtain. Her hands move over his body with practiced ease, washing him thoroughly from head to toe. As she works, her touch grows more intimate, lingering on areas that demand attention while teasing those that crave it.

"You're clean now,"

Lexi's expression hardens when she hears your words. "I will not let anyone hurt you, Emil," she says firmly, her voice heavy with authority. "Now tell me what happened."

You look up at her, tears streaming down your face. You manage to choke out a garbled explanation about Erika and the locked room. Lexi's eyes narrow as she listens, anger flaring briefly in their depths before she composes herself once more. When you've finished, she stands and reaches down to help you up.

"Come with me," she says quietly, taking your hand in hers and leading you away from the scene of your humiliation. As they disappear around the corner, you can't help but wonder what Lexi will do about Erika...and whether or not you should have trusted her in the first place.

sandy whispers, still catching her breath. "That was... incredible." She turns to look at Arif, a satisfied smile playing across her lips. "You truly are an amazing lover." Her fingers trail down his chest and stomach, smearing her juices across his skin as she reaches for his hard cock. "Now," she purrs, guiding him toward her wet folds once more, "let's see what else you can do with that massive cock of yours."

With a wicked grin, Sandra obliges, straddling Arif's hips as she positions his cock at her entrance. Her eyes meet his for a moment before she lowers herself slowly onto him, moaning softly at the sensation of being filled once more. She begins to ride him with slow, gentle movements, relishing the feel of his massive cock stretching and stroking her insides.

Mistress begins to move in time with your moans and gasps, her body swaying expertly as she brings the crop down on your sensitive flesh again and again. You feel as if you're on the verge of exploding, but each orgasm only seems to make you more desperate for another.

Finally, when she senses that you can take no more, she pulls the crop away, leaving you aching and empty. She leans forward then, her breath hot against your lips as she whispers, "There.

That's better." Her hand cups your face gently, stroking your cheek before trailing downwards to cup your breast through your shirt. She rolls your nipple between her fingers expertly, causing you to arch your back off the floor in pleasure. "Now," she says, her voice taking on a husky quality once more, "let's see if we can find some common ground."

Her eyes widen in surprise at your comment, but she quickly regains her composure. "Cinnamon," she says warningly, her tone taking on a firm edge now, "I expect you to show me more respect than that." She pauses, searching for the right words. "It's important that we remember our places in this relationship now."

"Very well," Mistress says, finally losing patience. "Then why don't you go to your room and think about what I've said? We can discuss this further when you're ready." She stands up, her expression one of controlled anger, and you know that you'd best do as she says if you want to avoid any further punishments.

As you leave the study, you can't help but wonder if there's a way to make things better between you...