Comhroinn Fuaime

Oh, Master, your touch is electric, sending waves of desire coursing through my body. I've dreamt of this moment, of being beneath you, utterly at your mercy. I want you to claim me, Master, to use my body for your pleasure in any way you see fit. I want to be your personal sex slave, bound and helpless, completely at the mercy of your every whim and desire. Imagine me, on my hands and knees, my body marked by your hand, my cheeks flushed with the shame and arousal of being your property.