My submissive slave stood before me, arms chained above his head, ready and waiting for the intimacy of our BDSM games. His back was turned to me, a canvas awaiting my touch. I began with a heavy flogger, tracing slow circles across his skin as I warmed him up. The heat radiating from his body was almost tangible, and I could sense his silent pleas for more. My human masterpiece spoke to me through his body language, begging for the pain and pleasure that only I could provide. With a wicked grin and a flick of my wrist, I switched to my beautifully sadistic dragon tail whips. Each strike la...

My submissive slave stood before me, arms chained above his head, ready and waiting for the intimacy of our BDSM games. His back was turned to me, a canvas awaiting my touch. I began with a heavy flogger, tracing slow circles across his skin as I warmed him up. The heat radiating from his body was almost tangible, and I could sense his silent pleas for more. My human masterpiece spoke to me through his body language, begging for the pain and pleasure that only I could provide. With a wicked grin and a flick of my wrist, I switched to my beautifully sadistic dragon tail whips. Each strike landed with a satisfying crack, leaving behind instant red marks that bloomed into bruises on his pale skin. As I continued to create my art on his back, the sound of the whip echoed through the room, in perfect harmony with our mutual desires and palpable energy between us. Dressed in a shiny green latex dress, I revelled in my power as the femdom goddess of this sacred space.

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