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The next day, I arranged to bring Sarah over to her parents' house. They were out of town, and I knew that this was the perfect opportunity to take things to the next level. When we got to the house, I blindfolded her and led her to her parents' bedroom.

"Stay right here," I said, as I handcuffed her to the bedpost.

I could hear her breathing quicken as I walked around the room, preparing for what was to come next. I turned on some music, something sensual and seductive, and then I slowly began to strip off my clothes.

I could feel Sarah's eyes on me, even though she couldn't see me. I knew that she was getting turned on, just like I was. I walked up to the bed and crawled onto it, straddling her.

"Are you ready, Sarah?" I asked, my voice low and seductive.

She didn't answer, but I could hear her breathing getting quicker and quicker. I began to slowly tease her, running my fingers over her body, tracing the curves of her breasts and hips. She moaned softly, and I knew that she was getting turned on.

I leaned in and whispered in her ear, "You're mine now, Sarah. You belong to me."

I could feel her body shudder beneath me, and I knew that she was getting more and more turned on. I reached down and ran my fingers over her pussy, feeling the wetness between her legs.

"I'm going to make you come, Sarah," I said, my voice filled with lust. "And when you do, I want you to scream my name."

I began to rub her clit, slowly at first, and then faster and faster. She moaned louder and louder, and I could feel her body trembling beneath me. I kept going until she finally came, screaming my name at the top of her lungs.

After she came, I took many photos of her in this compromised state and sent them to the boys to show that I had conquered Sarah. She was shy about it and embarrassed, but I didn't care. She was mine now, and I was going to do whatever I wanted with her.

I got off the bed and stood up, looking down at her naked and helpless body. "You're mine now, Sarah," I said again, my voice filled with triumph. "And there's nothing you can do about it."

I crawled back onto the bed and began to fuck her ruthlessly, my cock pounding into her wet pussy. She screamed and moaned, but I didn't stop. I fucked her harder and harder until I finally came, shooting my hot load inside of her.

I collapsed on top of her, feeling her body trembling beneath me. "You're mine, Sarah," I said again, my voice filled with triumph. "And you'll never forget it."

And she didn't. From that day forward, Sarah was mine to do with as I pleased. She was my toy, my slave, my conquest. And I knew that she loved it, just as much as I did.