“Why should I?”

“Not so high and mighty now are you captain. You’ll find the urges of your body are strong. Particularly the submissive ones. I sublimated mine by focusing on my ****. But even then they were strong. I plan on pursuing the role of a lash mistress...” she finger fucked your pussy. You grew wet, sweat beeding on your taut skin, nipples hard and tenderly erect, moans escaping your mouth as you rocked your hips with urgent instinct. Serum girls were aroused by the trappings of domination. It was their nature. Loaded with chains you were at this whores mercy, a thrall to a pleasure girl. It was humiliating. Unmanning. Incredibly arousing and demeaning.

She laughed, a richly mocking sound that promised utter domination and control. With uninhibited girlish cries you came to a shuddering orgasm, sagging, held upright by your chains attached to the high d-bolt in the old brick wall. She kept thrusting with her fingers, thumb pressing against your labial hood and finding your clit. Another orgasm.