Rosalie’s Submission: A Bondage Slave

This busty slut  who’s found her calling in the art of submission. My master, the cunning dominator, has me under their spell, and I couldn’t be happier. 

They found me, a lost soul yearning for a master. And boy, did they show me the meaning of true pleasure. Their strong hands bound my body, a sacred ritual that set my soul free. A delicious gag silenced my moans as I was subjected to delightful torture. The sting of a whip across my skin only heightened my desire, reminding me of my place as their slave. But the true essence of my servitude blossomed when I worshipped my master’s most sacred parts. My tongue danced around their moist pussy, savoring every flavor, fulfilling my duty as a obedient slave. 

They treated me like their personal furniture, a possession to be admired and used. The cock worship, oh my, the way they stroked and sucked me, sending shivers down my spine. The rough penetration, the savage thrusts—each moment was a blessing. My master’s relentless passion ignited mine, and together, we soared in a symphony of flesh. As my body grew weary, their dominance showed no signs of fatigue. I was putty in their hands, a willing vessel for their kinky experiments. Bound and satiated, I found peace in my submission. My master’s odyssey was now mine, a perpetual journey of ecstasy and debauchery, a life I cherished.

Rosalie, your humble slave, returns to her bondage sanctuary. 

[Master], as always, I’m yours to keep. 

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