Shandi sashayed into the room, her red hair cascading down her back in wild curls. She was dressed in a tight leather corset that accentuated her ample assets, and a pair of high-heeled boots that clicked authoritatively against the marble floor. Her slave, Alex, was already waiting for her, kneeling on the floor with his head bowed.
Shandi approached him, her hips swaying hypnotically. She ran her fingers through his hair, her nails scraping against his scalp. "You look pathetic, slave," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "But I suppose that's to be expected."
Alex tried to speak, but Shandi cut him off with a sharp look. "You don't speak unless I tell you to, slave," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "You're here to serve me, not to talk back."
She stood in front of him for a moment, her eyes raking over his body. "Stand up," she commanded. Alex obeyed, his body tense with anticipation. Shandi walked around him, her boots clicking against the floor. "Take off your clothes," she said, her voice cold and detached.
Alex hesitated for a moment, but then began to undress. Shandi watched him, her eyes narrowed. "Faster," she snapped. "I didn't say you could take all day."
Once Alex was naked, Shandi ordered him to lay on the floor. He obeyed, his body trembling slightly. Shandi straddled him, her pussy hovering just above his face. She leaned down, her long red hair cascading around them. "You like that, don't you, slave?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Alex tried to breathe, but Shandi's pussy was covering his nose and mouth. She continued to grind, her moans growing louder. "You're mine, slave," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "You belong to me."
Alex's struggles became weaker, and Shandi cums. She didn't care if he passed out, she continued to facesit him. Once she's finished, Shandi stands up. She looks down at Alex, who is barely conscious. "Drink it up, slave," she says, pointing to her pussy.
Alex obeys, lapping at Shandi's pussy. She watches him, her expression unreadable. Once he's finished, Shandi orders him to stand up. She leads him to a couch, pushing him down. "You're not done yet, slave," she says, her voice low and dangerous.
Shandi sits on his face again, smothering him. She leans back, enjoying the feeling of power. Alex passes out, and Shandi stands up. She looks down at him, a smirk on her face. "Good boy," she says, before leaving the room.
The end.
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