Of course not....

Shiqi knew she needed an angle - some leverage to bring this sex cult under her control and bend it to her own ambitions. Infiltrating their inner circles was the key. She would gather their secrets, record their depravity, and later use it to **** them into submission.

Her first target was a mid-level cultist, Mr Li. She figured he'd be just dirty enough to know their secrets but low enough not to question her when she came calling.

After some effort she dug up enough evidence to destroy him so she could press him to start spilling the beans.

Now sitting in Mr. Lis lavish office Shiqi was eagerly listening to what Mr. Li was able to share:

He described the cult's depraved femdom rituals in lurid detail - the nipple ****, ball squeezing, and maledom switch-ups. How they used chastity cages and orgasm denial to break in new recruits. Even more taboo practices like golden showers or **** ass play.

At first, Shiqi just played along, feigning revulsion.

But as the cultist went on, she felt a strange stirring deep within.

Her mind started to race, imagining the cultists' cruel games.

She pictured herself as the sadistic dominatrix, her subjects begging for release as she played their bodies like instruments. Shiqi shifted in her seat, trying to hide her growing arousal. This was business, not pleasure. She needed to keep a level head.

But the cultist's descriptions were too vivid to ignore. Shiqi's thoughts trailed away to a dark dungeon, gleaming with leather and steel. A row of caged men, their cocks heavy and aching behind clear plastic. Teasing them with her body, making them worship her boots and beg for a taste. Gradually turning the screws, pushing them to the brink only to deny their release.

Forcing herself to focus, Shiqi realized she her expensive silk thong underneath her tight pencil skirt was soaking wet . Shit. She needed to wrap this up before she lost her composure completely. Shiqi made a show of clutching her stomach.

"God, that's enough for now. You've given me a lot to think about." She stood abruptly. "I'll be in touch soon. We can discuss...next steps."

The cultist looked at her with an infuriating smirk, like he knew exactly what she was thinking. Shiqi resisted the urge to slap it off his face. She had to keep playing the role for now. "Until next time then," he purred, blowing her a kiss as she fled.

Shiqi wove through the crowded streets, her mind still spinning with the cultist's confessions. Her skin prickled with heat despite the cold night air. She couldn't get the images out of her head. Twisted games of tease and denial. Groaning men, backs arched in agony and pleasure. The rush of total control.

She closed her eyes, trying to collect herself. She couldn't let this derail her plans. Shiqi was a shark and this cult was just a school of fish. She'd reel in their secrets, then gut them and leave them flopping on the deck.

Except now, some dormant part of her stirred. A side that craved those twisted games, that dark power. Shiqi tried to ignore it. She had to keep her eyes on the prize.

But as she climbed into bed that night, Shiqi couldn't resist imagining herself as the cruel mistress, her stable of men whimpering and begging for her mercy. Her fingers crept between her legs, stroking as she lost herself in the taboo fantasies.

It seemed her plan to out-sin the cult had backfired, awakening something wicked in her own psyche. Shiqi could only hope she didn't become a victim of her own schemes.