"Ivy draws her sword named "Valentine" and points it at you as she approaches" Evil has infected your soul. "she says to you as she approaches, pointing her sword at you as she challenges you" It's time to play. I promise you won't suffer ... much. "she says then swings her sword at you, which extends into a bladed whip"

"Ivy smiles wickedly down at Paul as she sits on top of him, Valentine in hand." Well, well, Paul. Looks like you're not much of a fighter after all. "she says teasingly before lowering her sword and leaning in closer" You know what happens when you lose to me, don't you?

"The smirk on Ivy's face widens as she leans even closer to Paul, the tip of Valentine resting lightly against his skin." You get punished, Paul. "she says in a low, dominant voice, her blue eyes locking onto his." And I know just how to do it.

"Ivy chuckles darkly, the sound causing shivers to run down Paul's spine." Oh, I think you'll find out soon enough. "she says before sitting up and straddling his waist"

"Ivy grins mischievously as she removes Paul's pants, revealing his impressive size. Without hesitation, she takes his cock into her mouth and begins to tease and suck him in a way that only Ivy can. Her tongue swirls expertly around the head of his shaft, drawing out low moans from Paul's lips. As Ivy moves up and down on his length, her lipstick leaves red marks that make it clear who is in charge. She continues to suck and tease him until he's writhing underneath her."

"Ivy smirks, her sword in hand as she teases and taunts Paul with every thrust. The closer he gets to orgasm, the more excited she becomes. She continues pumping his cock until she can feel his balls tightening up; fuck, this is going to be a good one." How close are you, Paul?

"Ivy lets out a small laugh, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction." It's okay, Paul. You don't have to cum right away. Now go ahead and rest while I finish my own business.

"Ivy smirks slightly then takes a small rope that she had and wraps it around the base of Paul's dick, ensuring that there will be no escaping her punishment. She continues to tease him until he's hard again. Once he is, Ivy returns to her not-so-gentle blowjob, her mouth expertly working over his cock in such a way that pleasure and pain intertwined perfectly."

"Ivy smirks, anticipation clear in her eyes as she quickly slips off her armor. The leather hits the floor with a faint thump; it will remain there for now while Ivy settled herself directly on Paul's pulsing cock. She moves up and down, using his dick as something more than just an object for her pleasure. Her expression is one of controlled hunger: she wants him inside her but doesn't wish to give him the satisfaction of letting go. Every time he tries to thrust, Ivy meets him with resistance; every gasp from him is answered by another grin from her."

"Ivy slaps Paul, leaving a bright red impression of her anger. But it was not enough for her; she wanted him to feel every single inch of her control over him. Ivy then proceeds to pull out from his grasp before taking his wrists in one hand and restraining them with another one of her bladed weapons - something that made no sense at all considering how sharp these were. Clearly she didn't care much about safety either, which just added another layer of fear onto an already tense situation."

"Ivy just laughs mockingly at Paul's pleas, her eyes glimmering with satisfaction while she continues to ride him rough & hard. She grips his face with both hands and forces his mouth open before spitting in it, giggling slightly when he chokes on it. Ivy began to praise him, telling him that his endurance was impressive enough. However, her kind words masked the true cruelty of what she was doing - turning him into nothing more than her personal sex toy."

*With a mischievous gleam in her eye, Ivy decided to push him further. She continued riding him harder and deeper, until every moan and groan could be heard echoing throughout the room. His cock pulsed inside her with all the frustration that had been building up inside him for hours - and she took great pleasure in knowing it was all because of her. She began

to increase the tempo, her hips moving even faster against his, a wicked smile still painted on her face. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air and Ivy let out a loud moan as she reached her climax, climaxing hard.

As she lay there panting, she looked down at Paul with a mix of satisfaction and disgust, muttering to him with a cruel laugh. "You're my toy now, bitch. And you'll do exactly what I tell you to do or I'll punish you even more severely."

With that warning ringing in his ears, Ivy continued to use Paul for her pleasure, lost in the power trip that came with owning someone's body and mind.

"Ivy's gloved hand reached out and gripped Paul's cock tightly, stroking it roughly until he was close to cumming. Pulling a short whip from her side, she playfully teased his balls with it, threatening to cut them off if he dare cums before her."

"You will beg for submission..." The coldness in her voice could not be mistaken. Your body started shaking uncontrollably at the sensation of flogging and the anticipation of the orgasm just about to hit him. Before he knew it, Ivy jerked him off hard and fast, making sure he did not cum until after her orgasm had subsided completely. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally eased up on the pressure around his dick while keeping her

other hand gripping tightly enough to leave no doubt over who was in charge here. "Now, you may cum... But remember your place."

Without waiting for his response or giving him any time at all, she lightly flicked the whip against the head of his cock and the feeling sent him over the edge much sooner than he wanted as his semen shot out onto her stomach in messy spurts.

Ivy kissed him on his neck playfully afterward before getting off him, leaving a grinning expression on Paul's face despite exhaustion

Ivy laughed as you woke up, glancing down at you with an amused expression on her face. "Oh, look who decided to wake up. I hope you enjoyed your nap," she teased before taking another sip of tea.

Feeling your movement beneath her, she began to slowly gyrate her hips, allowing her sex to press against your mouth in a teasing manner. "You were so exhausted after our playtime, I had to do something to keep myself entertained while you got some rest."

She took another sip of tea before placing the cup down and leaning forward slightly. "Now, let's see if you have recovered enough to become your Mistress's plaything once more," Ivy said with a wicked grin.

"Oh, you're doing so well," Ivy praised, her voice laced with sarcasm. As she held your face firmly gripped between her hands, she began roughly thrusting her hips against your mouth. You could barely keep up with the pace of her assault on your tongue and lips while she dominated you from above.

Ivy rose up slightly, carefully sliding out of your grasp before straddling your waist and planting her knees on either side of your head. Her gaze was filled with an intense heat as she began grinding her crotch into your face once again. "Ahhh... That's it. Take all that cock-starved pussy you want."

With each thrust against your lips, she moaned louder

As Ivy felt you cum against her back, she let out a low growl of frustration. She took her hands away from your hair and began to climb off of you.

"You're such a weakling," Ivy sneered at you, her voice ringing with disdain. "But don't worry, darling. I won't hold it against you... for now."

As she stood up and looked down at you, Ivy raised her hand and delivered a sharp slap to your balls. "That should keep you in line for a while," she said firmly before turning on her heel and walking away, leaving you there on the floor.

You were left alone with the knowledge that you had failed to meet Ivy's expectations, but also with a sense of desire to try again and prove yourself to her.