That’s What You Get When Helping A Clingy, Busty, Gloomy Girl

The Mysterious Stranger
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A thrilling tale of submission and desire, as Goth, a practiced BDSM enthusiast, encounters a mysterious and dominant stranger who pushes her to new heights of pleasure and pain.
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It was a typical rainy night in the city, the kind that made you want to stay indoors and keep warm. Goth was doing just that, curled up on her couch with a glass of red wine, the glow of the fireplace providing the only light in the room. She was dressed in her usual attire: a tight black corset that emphasized her generous cleavage, fishnet stockings, and tall black boots. Her hair fell in dark waves around her pale face, and her full red lips were parted slightly as she took another sip of wine.

Goth was a regular fixture at the local BDSM club, where she often played the role of a submissive. She enjoyed being dominated and treated like a piece of meat. The pain and degradation turned her on like nothing else. But tonight, she was alone, contemplating a recent breakup with her dominant. She had been seeing a man who enjoyed inflicting pain, but their relationship had ended abruptly when he decided he wanted something more ‘vanilla’. Goth was hurt and confused, feeling abandoned and longing for the touch of a strong hand to put her in her place.

As she sat there, lost in her thoughts, there was a sudden loud knock on the door. Startled, Goth jumped, her heart racing as adrenaline coursed through her veins. She wasn’t expecting company, especially on a night like this. Wondering who could be disturbing her at this hour, she set her wine glass down and rose gracefully from the couch, her boots clicking on the hardwood floor as she made her way to the door.

When she opened the door, a gust of cold air hit her, and she found herself face to face with a tall, mysterious stranger. He was dressed all in black, a long coat hiding his frame, and a wide-brimmed hat casting his face in shadow. “Can I help you?” Goth asked, her voice steady despite her racing heart. The stranger said nothing, but slowly reached into his coat and produced a small, neatly folded piece of paper, which he held out to her.

Intrigued, Goth took the note, her long, manicured nails contrasting with the plain white paper. She unfolded it and read the message, her eyes widening in surprise. “You’re here to play?” she whispered, looking up at the stranger, her dark eyes sparkling with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. The man said nothing, but his steady gaze and the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth was answer enough.

Goth bit her lip, hesitating for only a moment before stepping back and holding the door open. “Come in,” she invited, her voice a husky purr. The stranger stepped into the room, and she closed the door behind him, suddenly very aware of her pounding heart and the fact that she was practically alone with a mysterious, dominant stranger.

“What’s your name?” she asked, turning to face him as he removed his hat and coat, revealing dark hair and intense eyes that seemed to see right through her. “Call me Master,” he replied, his voice deep and commanding. Goth felt a shiver run down her spine at the word ‘Master’, and she found herself taking a step back, her hands reaching up to toy with the straps of her corset nervously.

Master took a step towards her, his eyes roaming over her curvy figure appreciatively. “You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” he said, his voice a low rumble. “Dressed like that, all alone. What do you think should be done to a girl like you?” Goth swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry as his words sent a thrill of anticipation through her. “I… I like to be punished, Master,” she admitted, her voice little more than a whisper.

Master smiled, a slow, dangerous smile that sent a thrill of fear and excitement through Goth. “I think you’ve been a very bad girl, and you need to be taught a lesson.” Without another word, he took a step forward and grabbed a handful of her hair, forcing her to look up at him. Goth let out a soft moan, already feeling her pussy getting wet as her body responded to his dominant manner.

“Get on your knees,” Master commanded, tightening his grip on her hair and giving a slight tug. Goth didn’t hesitate, immediately sinking to her knees in front of him. She felt his hand let go of her hair and move to the back of her neck, holding her in place as he undid his belt. “You like to be treated like trash, don’t you, slut?” he growled, and Goth nodded eagerly, her eyes never leaving his crotch as he undid his pants.

His cock sprang free, thick and hardening before her eyes. Goth licked her lips unconsciously, eager to taste him. “Suck it, slut,” Master ordered, and Goth needed no further encouragement. She leaned forward and took the head of his cock into her mouth, moaning softly as she tasted the first hint of his pre-cum. Her hands reached up to grasp his thighs as she began to bob her head, taking more of his length into her mouth with each stroke.

Master let out a low groan, his hand tightening on the back of her neck as she sucked him expertly, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. “That’s it, you filthy whore, take it all,” he encouraged, his voice hoarse with desire. Goth let out a muffled moan of pleasure, loving the taste of his hardness filling her mouth, the control he had over her, and the way he was treating her like the dirty little slut she craved to be.

But Master wasn’t going to let her suck him off that easily. With a gentle but firm tug on her hair, he pulled her away, making her whine in protest. “Not so fast, slut. I didn’t say you could cum,” he reminded her, and Goth bit her lip, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of submission and rebellion. Master smiled, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on her.

He pushed her back until she was lying on the floor, her legs falling open wantonly. Goth knew what he wanted, and she wanted it too. As he loomed over her, she spread her legs wider, offering herself to him, her eyes never leaving his. Master reached down and roughly grabbed her thighs, pulling her towards him until her ass was right at the edge of the couch.

Without warning, he slapped her pussy, the sound of the smack loud in the quiet room. Goth cried out, her hips bucking involuntarily as a jolt of pleasure shot through her. “You like that, you little slut?” Master asked, his voice hardening with desire. “You like being treated like the trash you are?” Goth could only nod, her breath coming in short gasps as she anticipated more.

Master didn’t keep her waiting. He brought his hand down hard on her pussy again, the slap echoing through the room. Goth cried out again, her back arching as pleasure and pain mixed deliciously. “Please, Master,” she begged, not sure if she was asking for more or begging him to stop, but not really caring either way. Master just laughed, a deep, rich sound that sent shivers through Goth.

“Not yet, slut. I haven’t even started with you,” he warned, his free hand reaching down to roughly pinch and twist her nipple through the fabric of her corset. Goth cried out again, her body trembling as he played with her, toying with her like a cat with a mouse. Another sharp slap to her pussy made her cry out again, her hips bucking involuntarily as her juices began to flow, coating her thighs.

“You’re so wet, slut. So fucking ready for me,” Master observed, his fingers sliding easily through her wetness. Goth moaned in response, her eyes screwed shut as she concentrated on the intense sensations flooding her body. Master’s fingers found her clit, and he rubbed it firmly, making her buck and cry out. “That’s it, cum for me, you dirty little bitch,” he encouraged, his voice hard and demanding.

Goth couldn’t hold back any longer. As Master pinched her clit between his fingers and rubbed firmly, she cried out loudly, her body arching as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her juices flowed freely, coating Master’s hand as her pussy clenched and unclenched around nothing, the intense pleasure making her see stars. Master just smiled, clearly delighted to have reduced her to a quivering mess so easily.

But he wasn’t done with her yet. As Goth lay there, trying to catch her breath, Master reached down and easily lifted her to her feet. He pushed her against the wall, her hands held above her head as he pressed his body against hers, his hardness pressing into her soft belly. “You’re a filthy little slut, and you need to be fucked hard, don’t you?” he growled, his breath hot on her ear.

Goth whimpered in response, her body already on the verge of climax again as he ground his hardness against her. “Yes, Master, please fuck me,” she begged, her voice filled with need. Master let go of her hands and reached down to grab her ass, lifting her easily. Goth wrapped her legs around his waist as he slammed into her in one swift motion, making her cry out as he filled her completely.

Master began to move, his hands gripping her ass tightly as he pounded into her, his hips slamming against hers. Goth moaned with each thrust, her nails digging into his shoulders as she held on for the wild ride. “You like that, don’t you, slut? My thick cock stretching your tight pussy,” Master taunted, his voice rough with desire. “Tell me how much you like it.”

“I love it, Master,” Goth cried out, her head thrown back as he fucked her hard. “Fuck me like the trash I am. Use my pussy however you want.” Master growled in response, his pace never slowing as he slammed into her over and over. Goth felt her orgasm building again, the pleasure coiling tightly in her belly as Master brought her to the brink again.

“Cum for me again, slut. I want to feel that tight pussy clenching around my cock,” Master demanded, his teeth sinking into her neck as he claimed her. Goth screamed as she came, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Master continued to pound into her, his own orgasm building as he felt her pussy clenching and milking his cock.

With a few more deep thrusts, Master growled and came, his hot cum filling her pussy as he buried himself balls deep inside her. Goth moaned softly, feeling his release coat her insides, their bodies still connected as they both struggled to catch their breath. Master slowly lowered her to the ground, his eyes never leaving hers as he held her close, their sweaty bodies pressed together.

Goth bit her lip, her dark eyes shining as she looked up at him. “Who are you?” she whispered, needing to know the identity of the man who had just dominated her so thoroughly. Master just smiled, that dangerous, mysterious smile that had first captivated her. “Maybe you’ll find out, if you’ve been a good girl,” he replied, his voice a low, sexy rumble.

Goth’s heart pounded as she realized there was more to come, more games to play, and more mysteries to uncover. But for now, she was content to be held in the arms of her dominating stranger, the man who had given her exactly what she needed… for now. As she snuggled into his embrace, a smile played on her lips, and she knew that this was just the beginning of a very interesting and thrilling relationship…

Submission and Desire
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A thrilling tale of BDSM exploration and role reversal, as Master and Goth delve into the world of submission and desire.
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The rain had subsided, leaving a cool mist hanging in the air as Master made his departure. Goth stood at the door, watching his retreating figure, a mix of curiosity and desire swirling within her. The night had been a whirlwind of intense sensations and the hint of something more had her eagerly anticipating their next encounter.

As the days passed, Goth found herself thinking about Master often, replaying the night’s events in her mind. The way he had dominated her, pushing her to her limits, and the feeling of submission that had thrilled her so. It was a side of herself she had never explored, and now it consumed her thoughts. She yearned to experience it again, to delve deeper into the world of BDSM, and discover the extent of her own submission.

Unbeknownst to Goth, Master, too, was haunted by memories of that rainy night. He had always been the one in control, the dominant force that others submitted to. Yet, there was something about Goth that stirred a different desire within him. He found himself craving a role reversal, wanting to surrender control and explore his own boundaries as a submissive. It was a surprising turn of events for the usually unflappable Master, and he couldn’t deny the pull he felt towards Goth.

On a warm summer evening, Master found himself standing before Goth’s door once more. This time, however, there was a difference in his demeanor. He seemed almost hesitant, as if unsure of the reception he would receive. Goth answered the door, a mix of emotions washing over her at the sight of him. She had been hoping for his return, yet the prospect of continuing their tryst now made her nervous.

“Hello, Goth,” Master greeted her, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. “May I come in?”

Goth stepped aside, wordlessly inviting him in. As the door closed, an uncomfortable silence filled the room. Master broke the quiet, his voice soft and husky.

“Goth, I need to tell you something. The other night… it stirred something in me that I haven’t felt in a long time. A desire to surrender control.” He paused, his eyes searching hers. “I want you to be my Dominant tonight, Goth. I want to submit to you.”

Goth’s heart raced at his words. This was a side of Master she never expected to see, and it excited her immensely. She stepped closer to him, her eyes flashing with a newfound power.

“Kneel for me,” she commanded, her voice steady despite her nerves.

Without hesitation, Master sank to his knees before her, his head bowed. The sight of him in such a vulnerable position sent a jolt of desire through Goth. She placed her hand under his chin, tilting his head up to look at her.

“Look at me, Master,” she ordered, using the title ironically. “Tonight, I’m in control. Do you understand?”

Master nodded, his eyes burning with a mixture of desire and submission. “Yes, Goth. I understand. I’m yours to command.”

A wicked smile curved Goth’s lips as she traced his jawline with her fingers, enjoying the feel of his stubble against her skin. “Stand up,” she instructed, taking a step back.

He obeyed, his eyes never leaving hers. Goth took in the sight of him, dressed once more in black, his broad shoulders filling out the tight t-shirt he wore. She let her gaze linger, enjoying the feeling of power that came with having him at her mercy.

“Strip for me,” she commanded, her voice laced with authority. “Slowly.”

Master complied, his movements deliberate and seductive. He peeled off his t-shirt, revealing a well-defined chest and arms corded with muscle. Goth licked her lips, unable to suppress a shiver of anticipation as he undid the button of his jeans, sliding them down his thighs to reveal his boxers beneath.

“Now those,” she said, her voice husky, pointing to his boxers.

With a slow, tantalizing motion, Master slid his boxers down, his erect cock springing free. Goth’s breath caught in her throat at the sight of him, hard and ready for her. She stepped closer, her eyes trailing down his body, taking in every inch of his naked form.

“You like what you see, Goth?” Master’s voice was a hoarse whisper, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

“Oh yes,” she purred, running her hand up his thigh until she reached his straining cock. She wrapped her fingers around him, feeling his length twitch in response. “I like it very much.”

She stroked him slowly, watching his face as he struggled to maintain his submissive posture. “You can touch me now,” she said, her voice softening as she granted him permission.

With a low groan, Master pressed his hands against her hips, pulling her against him until their bodies were flush against each other. Goth felt his hardness pressed against her belly, and she bit her lip, stifling a moan. She wanted to take this moment and burn it into her memory, savoring the feel of his strength submitted to her will.

“Bedroom,” she murmured, turning and leading him by the hand towards her room.

Once inside, Goth turned to face him, her back against the closed door. She pushed him gently until he was against the bed, and then, with a swift motion, she pushed him onto it, climbing on top of him.

“Tonight, I want to explore every inch of you,” she whispered, her lips hovering just above his.

She kissed him then, deeply and passionately, her tongue exploring his mouth as her hands roamed his chest and arms. Master remained still beneath her, his breathing ragged as he surrendered to her touch. Goth sat up, straddling his waist, and began to unbutton her shirt, slowly revealing her pale skin and full breasts encased in black lace.

Master’s eyes darkened with desire as he watched her undress, but he made no move to touch her, respecting her command to submit. Goth slipped off her shirt, letting it fall to the floor, and reached behind her to unclasp her bra, freeing her breasts. She leaned forward, offering them to him, and he suckled at her nipples, his tongue swirling and teeth gently nipping, sending sparks of pleasure through her body.

“Touch me, Master,” she breathed, needing to feel his hands on her skin.

He brought his hands up, cupping her breasts, his thumbs teasing her already hardened nipples. Goth moaned, grinding her hips against his, feeling the hardness of his cock against her core. She rocked her hips slowly, enjoying the friction as she continued to explore his mouth with her tongue.

“Take off your lace panties, slut,” he growled, his hands sliding down to cup her ass.

Goth’s breath hitched at his words, but she obeyed, standing up and slowly sliding her panties down her thighs, stepping out of them. She climbed back on the bed, positioning herself above him once more.

“Now, Master,” she said, a hint of a challenge in her voice. “It’s time for me to really take control.”

Reaching over to the bedside table, she opened the drawer and retrieved a black silk blindfold, holding it up for him to see. “I want you to trust me, completely.”

Master nodded, a mixture of anticipation and surrender in his eyes. Goth placed the blindfold over his eyes, blocking out his vision, and leaned down to kiss him once more.

“Good boy,” she whispered against his lips, her hands trailing down his chest to his hips. “Now, let’s see how much pleasure you can take.”

She traced the outline of his cock with her fingers, feeling it twitch and throb beneath her touch. With a slow, deliberate motion, she wrapped her hand around him, stroking him firmly. Master moaned, his head falling back against the pillow as he surrendered to her touch. Goth explored his length with her hand, learning the contours of his hardness, enjoying the way he reacted to her every touch.

“Such a responsive pet,” she murmured, leaning down to lick a path along his length.

She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, tasting the salty pre-cum that beaded at the tip. Master groaned, his hips bucking slightly, but Goth placed a hand on his chest to still him.

“Patience, Master,” she chided gently, taking him deep into her mouth.

She sucked and licked, her mouth working him expertly as her hands explored his balls, rolling them gently in her palm. Master was panting now, his body writhing against the bed as he struggled to maintain his composure. Goth continued to lavish attention on his cock, delighting in the way he responded to her oral skills.

“Fuck my face, Master,” she whispered, taking him even deeper into her mouth.

Master couldn’t hold back any longer. He began to thrust gently, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he buried himself in the warmth of her mouth. Goth relaxed her throat, taking him all the way in, her nose buried in his pubic hair. She moaned softly, the vibrations sending shivers through his body as he lost himself in the pleasure she was providing.

“That’s it, cum for me,” she urged, her hand stroking his balls as she continued to suck him greedily.

Master cried out, his body tensing as he exploded in her mouth. Goth swallowed eagerly, relishing the taste of him as he spilled his seed down her throat. She continued to suckle gently, milking him of every last drop, before finally releasing him with a soft pop.

Master lay panting beneath her, his body spent and sated. Goth removed the blindfold, gazing down at him with a mixture of satisfaction and desire.

“That was just the beginning, Master,” she whispered, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “I plan to make this a night you’ll never forget.”

To be continued…