Slutty Submissive Gets Whipped By Cruel Mistress Claretta
When I first set eyes on Mistress Claretta, I knew I was in trouble. She was a tall and imposing figure, with an air of confidence and authority that could not be ignored. She wore a black corset that showcased her perfectly toned body, and her eyes were a deep and piercing blue. Her hair was a smoldering shade of red, and she had a cruel smirk that lit up her face. She was the epitome of a cruel Mistress.
I was a submissive slut, and I had been searching for something new in my sexual adventures. I had heard about Mistress Claretta and her ability to dominate her subs, and I was eager to experience it for myself. I was excited, scared, and utterly aroused all at once.
When I arrived at Mistress Claretta’s home, I was immediately struck by the atmosphere. There was something both intimidating and inviting about the scene before me. Mistress Claretta was seated in a plush leather armchair, her eyes boring into mine. She gestured for me to come closer and I complied, feeling my heart thumping in my chest.
“You are here to serve me, aren’t you?” she asked in a low, sultry voice.
I knew that I was in for the night of my life. I nodded my head in agreement and she smiled. She then rose from the chair and beckoned me to follow her. She led me to her bedroom, which was full of BDSM equipment. She undressed me slowly, her hands caressing my skin as she peeled away my clothing. When I was completely naked before her, she unbuckled a thick leather belt from her waist.
“This is going to hurt,” she warned before stroking the belt against my bare skin.
I shivered in anticipation as the leather tickled and teased my body. Mistress Claretta then began to spank me harder and harder, her hand moving in precise and precise strokes. I moaned with pleasure despite the pain, my body beginning to respond to the sensations my Mistress was creating.
The spanking soon gave way to other forms of punishment. She used a variety of BDSM toys to bring me to the brink of pleasure and pain. She bound my hands with rope, teasing me with a vibrator as she moved it slowly up my inner thighs. I was in a state of blissful agony, pleasure and pain filling me up until I thought I would explode.
Eventually, Mistress Claretta allowed me to pleasure her, and I eagerly obliged. I kissed and licked her body, taking my time to savor her delicious curves. She moaned in delight, her body writhing with pleasure. I explored her body, my tongue and lips finding all of her erogenous zones. I pleasured her until she was begging for me to take her.
When she finally had her orgasm, Mistress Claretta rewarded me with a passionate kiss. We lay together in post-coital bliss, our bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace. I had experienced pleasure and pain like never before, and I thanked Mistress Claretta for allowing me to experience it.
The time I spent with Mistress Claretta was one of the most intense sexual experiences of my life. Her cruel and dominant attitude pushed me to explore my deepest desires, and I found myself longing to be dominated by her again. I was a slutty submissive, and Mistress Claretta had rewarded me with the night of my life.
