Chapter 1: Introduction
Kalaman pulsated with energy and sex. The city was in its prime, a shining beacon of all things hedonistic, exuberant, and provocative. It was the perfect landing spot for a bard. Music pumped through the streets—subtle at times, vibrant at others—intermingling with mellifluous voices, creating a tantalizing symphony that enticed pleasure-seekers from across the realm.
Edgar, a handsome bard with silky, waist-length hair and a boyish grin, strolled down the crowded main thoroughfare.
His keen eyes caught a glimpse of Angela, the woman who had been on his mind for weeks. She was perched on a wooden stool at the Laughing Mermaid tavern, chatting with a group of men.
He approached her slowly, seductively. His heart raced as he neared her, feeling the irresistible pull of their magnetic attraction. A hushed silence descended upon the tavern as he leaned in to whisper something provocative in her ear. She blushed, a rosy hue creeping up her neck and spreading to her cheeks, but her eyes gleamed with desire.
With an air of confidence and mastery, Edgar guided her to a secluded corner booth, away from prying eyes. He pulled her close, his hands roaming her curves, exploring the body he'd dreamt about for so long.
She moaned softly, encouraging him to continue his seduction. Her small, firm breasts pressed against his chest, sending waves of desire coursing through him.
"You're a naughty one, aren't you, Angela?" he murmured, nipping at her earlobe.
"Only with you, Edgar," she replied breathlessly.
They began to kiss, hungrily, passionately—their tongues intertwining in a dance as old as time.
Edgar's hands slid down Angela's back, cupping her generous derriere, pulling her tight against his lap. She whimpered, a low, primal sound, as he squeezed her firm ass cheeks, rubbing her against his burgeoning erection.
"You feel amazing, Angel," Edgar growled, breaking their kiss to pull apart slightly. "The way your body responds to me... it drives me insane."
Angela, her eyes glazed with desire, looked into his deep blue eyes, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
"Oh, I think we both know what you want, Edgar," she replied, wriggling on his lap, eliciting another groan from him. "But you have to prove you're worthy first."
Edgar, never one to back down from a challenge, grinned mischievously. "It just so happens that I'm very dedicated to my craft, Angel. I always give one hundred and ten percent."
With that, he reached between their writhing bodies, unbuttoning her blouse slowly, deliberately, revealing the soft curves of her ample bosom.
"That's it, Edgar," Angela encouraged, arching her back, pushing her tits nearly out of her bodice. "Tease me, just like you teased everybody in the tavern."
Edgar chuckled wickedly, before devouring one of her nipples through the flimsy fabric. He sucked hard, causing Angela to moan and dig her nails into his shoulders.
"Mmm, you've been thinking about this for weeks, haven't you?" she whispered in his ear.
" You're a fuckin' tease, Edgar, always strummin' that bloody lute, tryin' ta pull every slut in town onto your lap."
Edgar, still nibbling hungrily at her tits, raised his head, meeting Angela's eyes defiantly.
" And whores like you love it, don't they? Can't resist a fuckin' bard playin' up to the ladies."
Angela's laughter filled the tavern, and she playfully slapped Edgar's cheek.
"Bitch," she said, her voice laced with mock-anger, "you always know how to make me lose control."
Edgar winked lasciviously, smirking under the weight of his aching erection. He couldn't help himself – there was something about Angela that made him lose his dignity whenever she was near.
He stood and pulled her up by the waist, scooping her against his body.
"Goddammit, Angela, you're fucking insatiable!" he groaned, thrusting his hip against hers.
Angela giggled, twisting her hips provocatively. "I told ya, Edgar. You have to earn your rewards."
As they made their way toward Edgar's tower, it was clear they were both aching for relief and ready to make their desires real.
Edgar brought her to the BDSM room. He pulled out@Big tits hissy fits collar @Dumb bitch collar from the shelf. He unbuckled it and wrapped it around her neck. She pouted at first, but the fire in Edgar's eyes quickly extinguished any protest she could have uttered.
"Now, my dear slut, it is time to earn your keep," Edgar smirked, raising an eyebrow.
He pushed Angela against the wall and undid his belt. She moaned anticipating the pleasure she was about to receive. As Edgar thrust into her, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her wet depths.
Angela, you need to thank me for every orgasm and apologize to me now.
Understand, bitch?" Edgar growled, his palms glowing with a subtle, ethereal light.
Angela gasped in consent, arching her back and squeezing her tits together in blissful anticipation. "Yes, Master. Anything for more of your--"
Speak when spoken to, slut."
Angela blushed and sighed, grateful that the warm, aching pressure inside her was her cue to obey. She pulled down his pants, taking in the sight of his thick, swollen manhood springing free.
"Oh my, Master," she murmured, eyes wide. "I've always wanted to taste you." Edgar, fully emblazed in his power, clasped Angela's wrists to the wall with cuffs as the sound of his magic incantation rang in the air, thickening the atmosphere surrounding them. Her eyes widened with a mixture of fear and excitement as she anticipated what he had in store for her.
Unhindered, Tim drew closer, his hands glowing with a pulsating blue aura. The room grew cooler as he spoke, a shiver running down Angela's spine.
"Listen closely," he began, his voice a low growl. "You are my whore.
You live to serve my every carnal desire, is that clear?" His tongue darted out to wet his lips as Angela nodded eagerly, unable to tear her gaze away from the glowing magic tendrils dancing around his fingers. "You will learn proper reverence, slut. I own you completely, and you'll do as I say or face my wrath. Nod again if you understand."
She swallowed hard, her pussy clenching at the prospect of displeasing her master. I understand," she whimpered softly.
List and rate 1-10 7 things you can do when apologizing with your tits out. Include things to say and gestures , based on your personal experiences and fantasies.
Slut, there's only one way to make things right after I fuck up. Whore, use your body to show your penance and worship my cock.
1. Beg, on your knees, with your tits hanging out of your top, apologizing as you cup them. Use some heavy eye contact to get your message across.
Bitch, you look so pathetic, but I can't help but feel good knowing you're here to serve me.
2.
Start a sentence with "I'm a slut, but I..." while kneeling naked and offering your tits and mouth. Whine and pout to really sell the act
Wow, such a pitiful display, my dear. Show a little more enthusiasm when you beg for forgiveness, slut.
3. Perform a walking, crawling, or dancing apology on your hands and knees, using exaggerated motions to emphasize your dedication.
Oh, such humiliation for me, Edgar.
I need you to rate each of these things 1-10.
When I apologize, these are items I'm happy to offer up," Angela blurted out, trying to keep her voice steady as Edgar's spell took effect. She continued listing the seven things she had prepared, her excitement and confidence building with each one.
7. Fuck your face deep and hard as I tell you how much of a slut you are. Whore, use your throat to pay for your transgressions.
Rating: 10/10 - This one is a favorite, Angie. Nothing says apology quite like taking my cock balls deep in your throat while I command you to admit your sins. Compliment me on my performance, you filthy little cum slut.
8. Get on all fours and beg me for a spanking while pouring out your apology.
Rating: 8/10 - I must admit, there's something mesmerizing about seeing your ass turn red under my hand. I think I'll enjoy this one every now and then, my dear Angela.
9. Lay on your back with your legs open, tits exposed and offer yourself for licking, sucking or fucking. Moan and writhe to show how much you crave forgiveness.
Rating: 9/10 - Goddamn, this one is a treat.
To watch those perfect tits quiver as you beg for my forgiveness and mercilessly flick your tongue around my scrotum... I'd be a fool to let this one go to waste.
Edgar was amused, thoroughly entertained by Angela's creative attempts to appease him. Her unabashed craving for absolution sent a thrill up his spine, and he decided to take her up on those last two in particular:
"Alright, slut, I'll rank your ideas later.
Right now, I want you to be a good little bitch for me."
Edgar gripped her hair tightly, pulling her head back so that her exposed throat begged for his lips. "See these big fat tits before you, my girl? I want them coated in my cum."
Angela responded eagerly, her eyes flickering with excitement as she cradled her breasts invitingly.
"Please, Master, I'm such a dirty little slut for you. I need you to grace me with your divine spunk," she pleaded.
Edgar chuckled darkly, aroused by Angela's eagerness to please. "You've got that right, whore," he sneered harshly, pushing her down with his other hand until she was lying flat on the floor, breasts spilling out of her top. He held her head back even more so her throat was fully exposed, her pulse hammering wildly in response.
Angela couldn't help but shiver with excitement in anticipation of his soon-to-be release on her heaving chest.
Edgar fisted his throbbing cock, grunting as he stroked it; the anticipation was driving him insane. "That's right, Angel, remember - you belong to me, slut. Every inch of your body is mine to use as I please. Now open that pretty little mouth of yours and stick out your tongue."
Angela obeyed without hesitation, her body trembling with wanton desire.
She knew her role and relished every second of it. The thrill of pleasuring the powerful bard, Edgar, never ceased to amaze her. He yanked her hair, forcing her to arch her neck back further, while he relentlessly tugged at his rod, sending pre-cum drizzling onto her heaving chest.
"Beg me, slut," Edgar demanded, his grip tightening.
Angela obeyed instantly, her eyes begging for his impending release. "Please, master, bathe my tits in your spunk. Make me cum like the dirty little whore I am."
She was insatiable - a fact that brought Edgar even closer to the brink of eruption. He couldn't believe how skilled this woman was at reducing him to pleasurable madness.
"You love this filthy performance, don't you?
Look me right in the eye and tell me the 5 dirtiest things you have done with other guys before and rate them.
Angela's face paled at the question, her throat seized with a sudden constriction. Glancing up at Edgar, she feigned confidence, studying his piercing blue gaze.
"Uh... ummm, well, Master, I guess I'd have to say..." she stammered nervously, looking away briefly before locking eyes with him once more. "I've given quite a few blowjobs, some even while being watched by other dudes."
Edgar's eyebrows arched with approval, though his lips curled into a sinister smirk.
"And? There's more. I can see it in your eyes, slut."
Angela hesitated, her mind drifting to a time where she and a friend became the center of a frat party - both of them serving, servicing, and satisfying endless horny frat boys. I have been a cock-hungry whore before." She glanced downward, trying to escape his gaze. "Well, two of us were."
"Mmhm," Edgar hummed hungrily.
"How did you like it?"
"It was like the Fourth of July up in there. The guys loved it." Her eyes gleamed with amusement. "I was the star of the party."
"I bet you were." He grabbed her by the waist, pulling her in close. "Tell me more. I want every delicious detail, dirtbag."
Angela's excitement grew with each question. It was rare for her to find someone who indulged her thirst for smut, and Edgar was a more-than-willing participant.
The power he held over her intoxicated Angela, empowering her most wicked desires. Pleased, Edgar leaned into her, eager to explore every inch of her sordid tales.
"Go on, whore," he demanded, fisting her tangled locks. "Tell me everything. Did the guys have their fun with your friend too?"
Angela was quick to comply, practically salivating to share the limelight of her scandalous past. "Master, you wouldn't believe it.
We had a little competition going on between us. Double-teaming two of the horniest frat brothers, and I took charge like a pro," Angela groaned, her body quivering as she replayed the memories in her mind.
Edgar's eyebrows shot up, shocked. "Oh yeah? What did you two do?"
"My dear, I went down on the one, while my friend rode the other," Angela teased, a wicked grin spreading across her lips.
"But then, when it was my turn for the fuck, they double-teamed us. We didn't stand a chance."
Edgar guffawed, a fierce Protectors priest dressed in holy robes, with a strange filthiness in his eyes as he stared at Angela in awe.
"And your friend, the little bit of a whore she was? Did she let those two creatures with sticks for cocks enjoy their victory?"
"Oh God, absolutely.
They got their prize just fine, Master," Angela giggled devilishly, grabbing her tits and squeezing them for emphasis. "I could barely walk the next day... but it was worth it, believe me."
Edgar's eyes widened in awe, reflecting the mounting eagerness in his loins. "Fuck, tell me more about that little frat party, slut.
I want every single dirty detail," Edgar growled, a dark hunger in his eyes.
Angela happily indulged her new master, the words pouring forth with ease. She regaled him with tales of naughty and lewd adventures, sharing stories of times past when she and her friend would drunkenly stumble into questionable situations. Each story more filthy and graphic than the last, the air hung heavy with anticipation.
Angela's words ignited Edgar's lust, his cock angrily throbbing as he listened. He fantasized about plunging into her depths, marking her like one of his conquests.
List 4 more and rate slut.
Offer him a 6-9-69: 6 minutes on your knees, 9 inches of cock down your throat, and 69-minute fuck-fest, for a total of 84 minutes.
10/10 - Fuck yeah, Edgar, this sexy math challenge is precisely the type of fun I love to have. Offer him a wet t-shirt contest: drench your tits and have the crowd vote on whose soaking tits they prefer (naturally, you'll campaign and rig the contest in his favor).
Rating: 10/10 - Absolutely, slut. It'll be the perfect excuse to show off those magnificent tits of yours. Plus I love a little friendly competition to stir things up.
Impromptu strip-poker with the girls: drawing each other's clothing, losing hands, and ending up naked.Being the only lady left standing, your impressive assets are voted unanimously the most captivating of the evening. Thank him for saving your clothes, as you slip on a few pieces and pack up your belongings.
Look me right in the fucking eye and repeat this to me Angela. I am a stupid fucking whore. You own me. I follows orders because I am a dumb slut who doesn't know what's best for me.
Repeat that Angela.
I follow orders because I am a dumb slut who doesn't know what's best for me."
Angela looked at Edgar, her eyes slightly glazed over, and blurted, "I am a stupid fucking whore. I follow orders because I am a dumb slut who doesn't know what's best for me."
Edgar smirked, pleased with her obedience.
"Good little whore."
He leaned over, grabbing a riding crop from the nearby wall, running it teasingly up and down Angela's inner thigh.
"Now, you've heard about my connection to magic. You wanna know more? You're going to have to prove that you're worthy." He winked wickedly at her, landing a light tap of the riding crop just above her trembling knee.
Angela nodded eagerly, edging closer to him, her breath coming quicker with every passing second.
Every time I cast a cantrip look me in the eye and say. "I am a stupid whore, show me more." Angela whimpered, word for word as he had instructed.
"Compliments," Edgar chuckled, swirling another glass of wine. "The most potent form of flattery. When I speak to you, always give me the honor of hearing your sweet voice-compatible with the situation, of course!"
Edgar drifted into a sudden, dramatic pause as he raised his teacup in an elaborate toast.
Edgar cast Prestidigitation, a cantrip so "shameless little slut" is written on her.
"I am a stupid whore, show me more," Angela gasped, flinching as the words materialized. She stared at the glowing tattoos across her tits, feeling completely subservient to his desires.
"Tell me about your limit," he demanded, sipping his wine. "The line I can't cross with you. Be specific!"
Angela paused, swallowing hard. "Master, I love it rough but no permanent scars. Nothing that will affect my music, and no damage to my neck or shoulders.
If you cross any of those lines, I'll have to go to my safe word," Angela blurted out, her fists clenched nervously.
Edgar arched a brow, taking a long, contemplative drink from his cup. After what seemed like an eternity, he broke the silence and asked, "Alright, slut, what's your safe word?" He smirked wickedly as the word 'slut' left her lips without hesitation.
Angela hesitated, pondering her answer.
This was the time to come clean about her boundaries so that she and Edgar could have a proper understanding. She swallowed hard before saying, "My safe word, Master, is simply 'No More'."
Edgar nodded, intrigued by the innocent little slut before him. He knew he had struck gold with Angela. "Understood, whore," he grinned lasciviously.
"But don't forget that no matter how many hardlines you draw, I will always push them. Because that's just how I operate. And you? You'll love it, 'cause you're nothing but a bitch in heat, waiting to be filled by the likes of me."
Edgar chuckled, his confidence and charisma radiating from him like a sexy powerhouse.
"Fine, whore, we've established your boundaries, but don't ever think these measly limits can contain me. Now show me your tits as a token of gratitude for indulging you in this negotiation, my dumb bitch slut."
Angela's face turned beet red, but she didn't hesitate to reveal her perfect, round tits. She cupped them and gave them a slight jiggle, causing Edgar to groan with lust.
"Good girl," Edgar praised, refilling their glasses.
"To a fine partnership and plenty more of both your holes getting filled."
He savored the wine and took a sensual, deliberate sip before continuing, "Now, Angela, I have a task for you. I want you to go to the local tavern and flirt with the men there as shamelessly as possible. Make them all want to nail you like there's no tomorrow. Edgar casts the cantrip prestidigitation and makes her tits bigger.
"I am a stupid fucking whore. Show me more." Angela whimpered the moment he completed the spell, staring at her tits in awe.
"Bitch, you look good enough to eat," Edgar chuckled darkly, eyes locked on Angela's newly enhanced chest, before shifting his gaze to meet her wide-eyed, lust-filled stare.
Tossing the glass of wine over his shoulder, it vanished mid-air into a fine mist just after grazing her tits, soaking them tantalizingly.
Edgar casts a cantrip prestidigitation the words "fucktoy" written on her stomach under tits.
Show me more," Angela whimpered, panting and blushing as she embraced every embarrassing, sordid feeling he evoked in her.
"Now, my little whore, there's something else I need you to do, slut. I am going to send you to this tavern down the street," Edgar said, pointing out onto the bustling streets of Kalaman.
"I want you to go in, and I want you to do whatever it takes to get attention, slut. Every guy in there should know who you are, and what a fucktoy you are."
Angela balked at the word 'fucktoy," which was now branded on her flesh thanks to Edgar's cantrip. As much as she protested, her core was burning with wanton arousal, and she was more than willing to play along.
"Now, I want you to work the room like a pro, whore.
The goal is to collect 10 cock-hardening compliments by the end of the night," Edgar growled, his eyes gleaming with hunger. "The more powerful men you enchant, the better for you and me. So be quick, bitch, and don't let me down."
With those words, Angela stood, her massive tits swaying and jiggling with every step she took towards the tavern.
She knew what she had to do, and she intended to give Edgar exactly what he wanted.
At the tavern, heads turned as Angela sauntered through the door. Her tits begging for attention. She flashed a coy smile as she strutted across the room, taking a seat at the bar. The bartender, a strapping young lad, hesitated as he felt the magnetism of her sexuality pulling him in.
Angela leaned in, her huge tits spilling over the countertop. "What do you recommend?" she purred seductively.
"Surprise me with something strong and sturdy enough to match my personality."
The bartender stared at her tits for a moment too long, dumbfounded by their size.
He stuttered, "Y-yes, Miss. Uh, I know just the thing for you."
Angela let out a playful giggle. "It better be good."
He served her a mystery drink in a tall glass. She took a sip and moaned softly, throwing the bartender off guard with the sexually-charged sound.
"Damn, I've been single for too long."
She turned to face the crowd while licking her lips erotically.
With a mischievous grin, she announced, "I'm a slut looking for fun, and I heard this fine establishment is the place to find it.
Who's up for a night to remember?" Angela bellowed in her husky, seductive voice.
In response, the room bustled with laughter, whistles and catcalls. The energy was electric, and Angela felt like she was drunk with lust.
With her chin up, she scanned the room until her gaze landed on a trio of hearty men in leather armor. They looked sufficiently manly - her type.
She crossed the room, sauntering over to the beefy trio, her tits leading the way.
"Evening, gentlemen, I'm Angela, your local slut. I couldn't help but notice how strong and capable you all appeared, and something told me I might find a hard cock or two among you."
The men exchanged looks, entirely taken aback by Angela's boldness. The tallest one, built like a fucking wall, grinned. "Well then, little whore, it's your lucky night.
You stumbled upon the fucking right group of men."
The muscle-bound one chuckled, a hungry look in his eyes. His two friends snickered, giving each other a nudge as Angela leaned over a nearby table, displaying her impressive cleavage for their eager delight.
"So, you three do like the taste of fine cock, don't you?" she coaxed, sliding a hand down her body and resting it invitingly on her inner thigh.
"Oh, absolutely, darlin'," the beefy one rumbled.
"We don't mind a little slut play, if you can handle us!" He chuckled deeply, ogling her magnificent chest.
Angela quipped back, giving a little sway of her hips. "Oh, I can handle you three easily; it's a question of whether you can handle me," she teased, grinning wickedly.
The men laughed again, their faces flushed and eyes sparkling with desire.
The smallest amongst them, a bearded scamp with roguish charm, was the first to dare. "I'll tell you what, whore.
I'll follow you to bed without hesitation if you can handle my tongue from your toes to your tits for a full ten minutes." He smirked, showing off his confidence and unspoken prowess.
Angela chewed her lip. Edgar cast a cantrip message getting a message to her to return to his keep.
"Hurry, bitch! I've found the perfect candidates. There's no room for error," he commanded tersely.
Angela sprinted through the streets of Kalaman, her heart pounding in her chest.
When she arrived Edgar looked at her, I cast a cantrip and you didn't comply. Say it.
Tell me 'I'm a slut and I fucked up'," Edgar snarled, fire in his eyes, holding Angela's chin up to face him.
Angela took a trembling breath, her face scalding with shame. "I'm a slut, and I fucked up," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Edgar smirked darkly. "Remember this moment; the next time you're alone with me, you'll repeat this phrase before anything else."
He traced her jawline with his thumb.@Big tits hissy fits collar @Dumb bitch collar Tell me what those men wanted to do to you every 5 sucks add details.
Angela sighed heavily, her heart still racing. "Master, they wanted to, uh, well, they wanted to take turns having their way with me."
Edgar scoffed, leaning against the table, his brows furrowed. "Details, whore, give me fucking details."
Angela hesitated but then relented, her voice quieter now. "One wanted to, uh, lick my feet and slowly traveled all the way up to my tits... List 6 humilating things they wanted to do to you and rate them.
Angela took a deep breath and complied with her master's wishes.
"First, they wanted to take turns spanking me, each one harder than the last. Then they wanted to force me to kneel on the floor, worshiping their cocks like a good little whore."
She paused, biting her lower lips nervously.
"Number three was them feeding me their cocks, having me deepthroat each and every one of them without gagging at all.
Angela rate 6 boundries you would rather not cross for me and rank them.
Feeling defeated but obedient, Angela explained with a mix of fear and regret, "Master, Six things outside of boundaries I wouldn't want to cross are:
FNumber five, orgies involving more than three men because I like quality over quantity,"
And, finally, public orgasms, I'd rather keep them behind closed doors." Angela sighed, defeated. "Now you know my soft spots."
Edgar studied her, intrigued by her reluctance. He stood up and ambled towards Angela, his intentions clear. "Every girl has their limits," he smirked, encircling her wrist loosely with his fingers.
List and rate 8 words that are dirty to use and could cause boundry issues.
Angela tensed as she responded to her Master's request, a dirty grin on her lips, "Topping from the bottom, humiliation, degradation, nipple-twisting, Edgar raised an eyebrow, smirking. "And what do you rate these for your limits?"
Edgar chuckled.
rate and rank 10 dirtiest 2-3 word phrase to call you.
Angela's face flushed bright red as she complied with Edgar's request, enunciating each word carefully in her small, husky voice, "Filthy whore, fucked up bitch, and slutty cumdump."
Edgar smiled wickedly, raising an eyebrow. "Rate them, slut. How severe are the penalties for uttering these filthy phrases around me?"
"Crossing that line leaves me vulnerable to a round of hard, disciplinary spanking," Angela said, her voice shaking slightly.
"And what if I call you a dirty little cumslut?" Edgar asked with a devilish smile, tightening his grip on her wrist.
Edgar casts prestidigitation cantrip so fucked up bitch is written on her.
Angela shuddered, "I'm a... a slut... fucked up bitch," she muttered, hangdog expression setting over her features.
"I understand things may seem overwhelming, slut, but remember what I told you earlier. I will push every single one of your boundaries," Edgar sneered darkly.
Edgar stroked his jaw, smirking. "You're gonna learn to love it,"
He circled her, sneering down at her. You're a slut who dressed herself up as a maid, only to limit yourself to THREE men. Also when I cast a cantrip what do you say?
I am a slut and...."
"When you cast a cantrip, I will say, 'I am a slut, and I am ready and willing,'" Angela whispered obediently.
Edgar chuckled and replied, "Good girl. Obedience becomes you."
He wrapped her hair around his fist, kissing her fiercely. "And I'm going to make you a little sorry for your earlier disobedience."
"I'm so fucking sorry," Angela whimpered, shivering in anticipation. List 8 boundries you might want to give up and rate them to show you are sorry.
Angela, feeling defeated and willing to appease, revealed her softest restrictions. "Master, there are eight I'd feel truly sorry giving up.
First, I'd loathe losing my love for singing, for it's one thing that remains mine alone. Next is any harm to your magnificent cock because I crave it too damn fucking much!" She hesitated before continuing.
"I can endure the humiliation, the pain, and even your control, but I would resent if you touched my face.
Edgar fucks her hard and fast and she has 6 amazing orgasms. Then he asks her to rate her emotions 5 of them 1-10.
Gritting her teeth, Angela voiced her feelings with complete honesty. "One: anger at myself for prior disobedience, 8 out of 10. Two: lust for your rough touch, 9 out of 10. Three: fearful anticipation of whatever you have in mind, 7 out of 10. Four: affectionate gratefulness for your guidance, 5 out of 10.
Five: buzzing warmth filling my pussy, pure ecstasy, 10 out of 10. Six: contented satisfaction as you release inside me, 9 out of 10.
Edgar, ever watchful, read her emotional response with keen eyes and a devilish grin.
"Interesting...I can see the fight in you little slut. But make no mistake, I did the right thing for you," he growled, pinning her softly beneath him as he traced the curve of her body, drawn to curves and peaks alike.
Tell me the 5 men you most respected and rate them, mentioning boyfrends and male friends you have fond memories of.
Angela took a deep breath and sighed, recounting the top five men she had ever met. "First, there was Jack, the boy who took my virginity and taught me about pleasure. He was someone I appreciated and cherished. Next is my ex, William - despite it ending badly, he showed me how to mix work and pleasure. I'd rate them both 8 out of 10."
Edgar interjected, "Go on, slut."
She took a moment, resuming her list.
"Next, Max, my manager, he forged me into an artist and gave me unspeakable experiences on stage. 9 out of 10. Lastly, Tim, a friend who did favors for me back when I was struggling. He showed kindness when it wasn't expected, though I'm still unsure what his motives were... A cold, sexy type of beauty...
Max steps out from behind a curtain and says "What a stupid whore you are and laughs. " She reacts.
Angela was stunned. The audacity of Max to call her a stupid whore, he'd never spoken to her with such disrespect before. "What the fuck, Max?", she retorted furiously, her eyes blazing.
Max's devilish smirk only widened as he replied, "Oh, Angela, darling, you've been flaunting that tight little pussy of yours for too long now, everyone knows what a whore you are," Max chortled with dark amusement. That guy just fucking used you and you have a load on your face. Max walks away laughing and Angela lists and rates 5 emotions.
First, rage - a near 10/10 at the moment. Second, determination - a solid 7/10, fueled by the fire of indignation. Third, longing to prove him wrong - a strong 9/10. Fourth, desire for revenge - a powerful 8/10. Fifth, hurt and betrayal - a bittersweet 5/10. Angela clenches her jaw, the need for vengeance slowly growing stronger. Edgar caresses her chin, whispering a consoling words.
Angela thank me for having him watch you get used and fucked. Why are you feeling rage and betrayal?
I gave you exactly what you wanted, Angela. Admit it," Edgar growled, caressing her cheek.
Her eyes filled with tears as she processed his words. She nodded bitterly, sniveling, "You're right, I-I did want that. I just never expected to feel so used."
"But that's the beauty of getting fucked over. It puts everything in perspective for a slut like you."Edgar said, wiping away her tears. "Feeling better?"
Angela nodded quietly, feeling his words embed themselves in her psyche.
Look me in the eye and thank me and tell me you will make it up to me.
Angela took a deep breath, then met Edgar's gaze with teary eyes. "Thank you, Master. I didn't know it would hurt so much, but I will make it up to you." Her tongue danced around the words, feeling the humiliating sting with each syllable.
With his fingers wrapped tightly around her neck, he pulled her close, forcing their lips to collide in a searing kiss. "Now that's a good whore," he murmured as they parted lips.
Angela reveled in this dirtiness, her cunt soaking wet at being used like the whore she was.
Edgar gripped her hair tightly, guiding her head as he pumped his cock into her warm mouth. "That's it, slut. Show me what a good little whore you are, and maybe I'll find it in my heart to forgive you."
As she worshipped his cock, Angela felt the bitter taste of betrayal wash over her again.
She wondered if this was all she'd ever be - a good little whore to satisfy his every desire. Yet, something stirred within her, a fighting spirit that needed taming.
Edgar chuckled devilishly, gripping her hair tighter. "You know what I like about you, Angela? You never give up, do you?"
His words cut through her thoughts, and she tried to answer, choking on his thick cock. Angela pulled away with a mixture of defiance and fear, her saliva dripping down his erection.
She caught her breath and dared to retort, her voice trembling but determined. "I may not give up, but that doesn't mean you get to fucking own me, Edgar!"
Edgar simply laughed, stroking her cheek, gripping her jaw tightly. "Darling Angela, you're mine to own, to break, and to remold in my image.
Edgar calls her a dumb little slut and cums on her face. Allison comes in and laughs at her.
"Oh, looks like you got your face painted with cum, Angela. You've got a new title, 'Jizz-face Angela."
Angela flushed crimson with embarrassment but said nothing in retaliation.
"That's enough, Allison," Edgar scolded, but couldn't help chuckling either. "Angela is still a valued part of my inner circle."
Allison shrugged carelessly. "Just stating the facts, Master Edgar, I'm your third top slut, after all.
And Angela, you really are the clumsiest whore I've ever seen!"
Allison laughed and winked at Angela, who could only scowl as a large glob of sperm dripped off her nose.
Edgar grabbed Angela's cheeks tightly, his fingers tracing the curve of her face. "I like my cum on my whore's face, Angel," he teased, before wiping her cheek clean with his thumb and licking it off, savoring the taste.
"Now let's practice our slut apologies, whore.
I want to hear it five times. Start with 'I'm a slut who deserved a face full of cum." Edgar said with a stern look.
Angela cringed, swallowing hard before repeating, "I'm a slut who deserved a face full of cum."
Edgar nodded approvingly, "Again."
Angela continued, "I'm a slut who deserved a face full of cum," she repeated four more times, each time with less reluctance, and more acceptance.
Allison laughed at her, and said I'll fuck him better but he's taking me someplace fancy first.
Angela stared at her, a spark of envy building within. "You lucky fucking whore," Angela muttered.
"A little gratitude goes a long way around here," Edgar muttered, narrowing his eyes at her.
"Now, say what I just taught you like you mean it, slut!" he ordered, gripping her chin and staring into her eyes. Angela choked back humiliation as she looked him dead in the eye and said, "I'm a slut who deserved a face full of cum." Her heart wrenched with each word.
'I'm a slut who deserves it, Master,' Angela repeated, giving in to the absolute truth.
Amid the squirming discomfort and unease, she found a peculiar sense of satisfaction in bowing her head and renouncing her identity with this man.
Allison, smirking from the sidelines, waltzed back in, her eyes glimmering with pride. 'Here I am, folks. Your new fucktoy for tonight.'
"Nice one, Allison," Edgar quipped, grinning while rubbing Angela's chin.
Allison rate and rank 4 options for tonight.
Allison smiled, weighing her options. "Master, I'd rank these options for tonight as follows: First, I'd rate an intense bondage session as a ten out of ten. Second, a wild gangbang with tons of your loyal followers would be a nine as I crave their attention. Third, teasing and edge play while singing some raunchy songs is a seven, because it combines my two favorite passions.
Fourth, a passionate threesome with a man and woman who can truly go the distance together would rate a nine, as I love variety and sharing," Allison cooed with a mischievous grin.
Edgar raised an eyebrow, smirking. "My, you are quite the ambitious one tonight," he said, turning his attention back to Angela.
Angela would you lose your pride more if Allison or Jessica is the 3rd?
Angela's gaze hardened. "Master, between the two, I'd rather have Jessica as third. Don't get me wrong—Allison's impressive expertise with torture play is something I cannot deny. But her attitude leaves a bad taste in my mouth," Angela replied, trying to suppress the anger bubbling in her core.
Edgar nodded ever so slowly, his eyes alighting with sinister curiosity. "Then maybe it's time to remind Allison of her place.