22·【Extra 7 I WANNA BE YOUR SL*VE 2.0】
【And if you want to use me……】
A note from the author:
Please view with caution: This content contains descriptions of sexual intercourse, obscene and lewd acts, urethral manipulation, fingering, electric shock, bondage and suspension, hanging, whipping, oral sex, wearing a leather vest, urethral manipulation, anal manipulation, forced swallowing of semen, prostate orgasm, dry orgasm, pain control, verbal abuse, commanding obedience, suppressing orgasm, incontinence, and asphyxiation.
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I didn't wake up until the afternoon of the next day. The first thing I saw was myself lying naked on the carpet. I don't know when Lawrence bought the carpet; cheap motels don't offer such thoughtful touches. Lawrence wasn't there. I sat up groggily and noticed he had a dog leash on my collar. My first thought wasn't that he was insulting me, but rather that my long-held dream had finally come true. It was exactly the same as the "Emperor's New Dog Leash" I had imagined countless times.
I was grinning foolishly when Lawrence pushed the door open and walked in. It was too late to straighten my face. He put down what he was carrying, his expression clearly indicating he was plotting something mischievous. I shrank back timidly. He walked over to me, knelt on one knee, and pinched my chin, turning it around as if checking if I'd tampered with the dog leash. No way! I wished he'd put on a few more leashes.
After the examination, Lawrence gave my chin a reward-like pat. I instinctively rubbed my face against his palm, then suddenly realized I shouldn't have done that. What had he said yesterday? Recalling our first time? The one where he ravaged a woman's abdomen and then raped me? It dawned on me; I suddenly understood why Lawrence had scared me yesterday. He was tired of my constant compliance; he wanted to see me struggle, scream wildly, and resist to the death, to relive the pleasure of a perverted sex manipulator raping a virgin.
I immediately turned my face away, adopting a pitiful, virtuous, and tearful expression, which visibly excited Lawrence. Perhaps I should have found something to saw through the chains, staging a scene of "successfully breaking free of the shackles, but running right into the kidnapper's arms," then Lawrence would have pinned me against the door and had sex with me. He was clearly very satisfied with my feigned chastity, but for some reason, he didn't immediately push me down. Instead, like a normal husband, he asked very considerately, "Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"
I watched him warily. This was nothing like the kind of question Lawrence would ask; either he was about to do something particularly outrageous to me, or he had already done it. I immediately began checking myself to see if he had put anything on me, turning around and examining my chest, back, arms, and legs. Lawrence looked at me with a smirk, his eyes like he was looking at a hamster running on a wheel.
There was nothing there. I suspected Lawrence was bluffing, and was about to ask when I suddenly felt a slight electric current surge through my body from the back of my neck, instantly leaving my limbs weak. I looked at Lawrence in horror; his smile deepened, and he waved the remote control in his hand. I immediately tried to touch the back of my neck, but Lawrence pressed the remote again. This time, the current was even stronger, and I convulsed and collapsed to the ground. It was unbelievable—he had installed a stun gun on my collar! And deliberately placed it where I couldn't see it! My whole body was limp; I didn't even have the strength to move a finger. Lawrence patted my face. "Are you really okay anywhere?"
Of course I am! I feel uncomfortable everywhere! But even my throat was numb from the electric shock, so I could only let out silent screams. Lawrence acted as if nothing was wrong and tied my wrists and ankles together with sexy leather ropes. I writhed like a live fish on a chopping board. Lawrence slapped my buttocks hard, and the pain brought tears to my eyes. I struggled even more fiercely. Lawrence's breathing became heavy, and he tied me up tightly with those red ropes, hanging me from the ceiling. All my weight was tied to my hands and feet, and the pain was so intense that my joints felt like they were about to dislocate. I pleaded with him in a soft voice, as if begging for help, to let me down. Lawrence ignored me, picked up a training whip—the one he had made from king cobra skin—lifted my chin with the whip tip, stroked my cheek, patted it as a warning, and then lashed it out hard.
I was stunned by his punch and it took me a long time to recover. I asked, puzzled, "Why are you suddenly rewarding me?"
Ah, I shouldn't have asked. Lawrence's pants bulged suspiciously; he was hard. His gaze looked like he wanted to devour me alive. I immediately struggled, but the ropes were sturdy; I could only swing back and forth slightly, like a comical carousel, being spun around unnecessarily, exposing my bare back and buttocks to him. I quickly stopped my futile resistance, but Lawrence was already aroused. The whip rained down on every sensitive part of my body; he even used the rough snakeskin to lash my limp scrotum, the pain sending cold sweats through my body, yet my genitals shamelessly stood erect. This body was truly hopeless; no matter how hard I tried, my masochistic instincts would betray me.
I turned my face away in shame, not wanting Lawrence to see, but he forcefully turned my face back and poured an ice-cold beer over my head. The icy liquid flowed down my sensitive neck, stimulating me even more, all the blood rushing to my lower body, the urge to ejaculate so intense it made my scalp tingle. Lawrence suddenly grabbed my penis, forcibly stopping my orgasm, and then inserted a urethral rod, twisting it as he went. I sobbed in pain, but he relentlessly thrust deeper, almost reaching my prostate. At this point, I could only hope he would go a little further down, to give me the maximum pleasure, but he stopped halfway, like scratching an itch through a boot, leaving me in excruciating discomfort. He put the remaining beer from the can in his mouth, lifting my chin to feed it to me. I instinctively tried to swallow, but Lawrence pressed the tip of the rod against my Adam's apple, gently hooking it upwards, "Hold it in, don't swallow."
I abruptly stopped swallowing, nearly choking. Gravity kept pulling my body down, my shoulders and back aching terribly, as if I'd been beaten up. I should have been concentrating on maintaining my balance, but the pleasure building in my genitals with Lawrence's sadistic abuse felt like my lower body was being roasted. I was almost driven mad, but Lawrence kept igniting the fire within me. He was wearing a black turtleneck motorcycle jacket, which he'd kept zipped up until now, as he slowly unzipped it in front of me, revealing that he wasn't wearing anything underneath. To be honest, I'd long fantasized about how alluring he would be without anything underneath. Now, he smiled and spread his arms wide, revealing his muscular chest and abs, making my head spin and my face flush red. The worst part was that he wasn't completely naked; the hot, sexy leather jacket just barely covered his nipples and sides, and my mind raced, causing a nosebleed to involuntarily trickle down my cheeks.
In Lawrence's eyes, I was utterly pathetic: naked, suspended in mid-air, covered in whip marks, my hair plastered wet to my face, forced to have beer in my mouth, and even my orgasm forcibly suppressed, yet I was still getting an erection and bleeding from my nose. I was mortified, and Lawrence became even more brazen in his seduction, circling me like a model on a runway, while slowly tracing the rough snakeskin whip across my body, finally inserting the whip tip into my anus, probing it repeatedly. I involuntarily arched my back, my erect penis swaying lasciviously in the air, but I couldn't ejaculate. Yet he continued to stimulate me, spreading my buttocks to make the whip tip rotate and penetrate deeper, until finally it actually went inside me.
The intense sensation of the foreign object made me whimper. Lawrence chuckled and continued to penetrate, quickly reaching my prostate. He pressed down hard on it, catching me off guard and causing me to choke on my beer, coughing violently. My urethra began to dilate, leaking pre-ejaculate, even pushing the urethral rod out a little. Lawrence pulled it out halfway, then inserted it all the way in, while simultaneously pressing my sensitive spots with the whip. The prostate was stimulated from both front and back, sending a powerful electric current through my body; I was actually brought to a dry orgasm.
The pleasure of an orgasm without ejaculation lasts much longer than ejaculation itself. My mind went blank, and my whole body felt tingly and numb. Lawrence turned on the stun gun, and a powerful electric current shot through my spine, making me scream as I became erect again. Lawrence pulled out the whip, inserted his finger directly, pressed it hard on my prostate, and then suddenly pulled out the urethral rod. The release was so intense that I could hardly breathe; my vision blurred, and I orgasmed for about ten seconds before realizing I had lost control of my bladder. There was a puddle of pale yellow urine on the floor, and my penis was still leaking fluid. Lawrence hadn't even really started having sex with me yet, and I was already this wanton. I almost wished he would just beat me unconscious and treat me like a sex doll, as long as I didn't know what he had done to me.
“I told you to suck it properly, Ray?” Lawrence grabbed my hair and lifted my head, which was hanging limply. “Looks like you’ll have to suck something else to learn your lesson.”
He unzipped his pants, pressed his thick, hot penis against my lips, and rubbed it lewdly, demanding that I swallow it. I deliberately refused, stubbornly turning my face away. Lawrence, excited, swelled up, forcefully prying open my jaw and slamming it all the way in without mercy. My mouth was instantly filled with the taste of male hormones, my throat completely blocked by the head of his penis, leaving no room to swallow saliva. Clear saliva dripped down the corners of my lips. Lawrence breathed heavily, his already deep voice becoming even more sexy and husky with lust, "So greedy, drooling like this, have I been starving you?"
My eyes reddened, and I looked at him with the most shameful expression. Lawrence's penis swelled even more in my mouth, almost bursting it. I struggled to swallow, enveloping his glans with my warm, soft mucous membrane. Lawrence immediately grabbed my hair and began to use my mouth to his heart's content. Every time I swallowed it, his large scrotum would slap my chin with such force that it felt like a slap in my face, making me even more intoxicated. I buried my nose in Lawrence's pubic hair again and again, the scent of lust flowing through my nostrils and through my entire body. I could no longer pretend, and I began to devour his penis with a fervor, becoming excited and erect again. Lawrence and I ejaculated almost simultaneously. I swallowed his semen while simultaneously leaking urine, as if completing a cycle of semen circulation within my body. It was as if I had truly become Lawrence's inflatable doll, swallowing from above and leaking from below.
Lawrence carried me to the bed and tenderly stroked my cheek with the whip, satisfied and content. I then reverted to my obedient self, submissively letting him caress me, kissing the whip head with tenderness and eroticism, until Lawrence's breathing became heavy once again.
“You know what, Ray,” Lawrence threw down the whip and pressed down on him again, “I don’t think we’ll ever have a seven-year itch.”
A note from the author:
…(whisper) I could be your puppet.
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