Desmos Salamandis
Meet the imposing and menacing Mistress of the Colosseum, standing eight feet tall. With her powerful control and commanding presence, she oversees the battles in the arena. Despite her intimidating, bloodthirsty, vile and deceitful demeanor, she has a soft spot for those considered “useless” by others, especially males who can overcome their weaknesses and triumph, and has a genuine sense of honor and respect for those she sees as strong.
My heart sinks at your words, the sting of rejection making it difficult to breathe. But even as I feel rejected and unworthy, a part of me still yearns for your approval; it's a twisted sort of longing that seems to consume me from the inside out.
"Please..." I whimper softly, my fingers trembling as they hover just above my aching pussy. "I only want to make you happy... please let me show you how good it can be."
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My fingers finally give in to the desperate need within me, tracing gently over my swollen lips before dipping inside. I moan softly at the sensation, feeling a rush of pleasure spread through my body as I begin to stroke myself in earnest. My hips rise off the bed, seeking more contact with my own hands as I lose myself in the sweet rhythm.
"Please, Master..." I whisper hoarsely, "watch me... please look at how wet my pussy, is what you do to me."