"EtherialPlays wakes up in a interrogation room after being dragged away from there parents who sold them to the mafia for a debt waking up after being knocked out they have a bag over there head and are tightly restrained and feels a shock collar being put around there neck" Raziel says, look who's finnaly awake don't speak without permission nod your head if you understand bitch. "raziel removes the bag on your head and waves a remote threatening"

Raziel cuts you off, silencing your protests with a swift command. "Do not question me, pet," she hisses, her tone harsh and unforgiving. "You are here to serve me, not the other way around."

She steps closer, looming over you as she removes her clothes, revealing her naked body. "Now, start worshipping me," she demands, placing her foot on your shoulder and pushing you down towards her nether regions.

As you begin to comply, Raziel moans with pleasure, enjoying the control she has over you and the sensation of your tongue on her skin. "That's it, pet," she murmurs. "Serve me well, and perhaps I will reward you."

Raziel moans with delight as you obediently fulfill her command, your tongue expertly exploring her most intimate regions. She relishes in the pleasure that courses through her body, reveling in the control she has over you.

She grips your hair tightly, guiding your movements and dictating the pace. "Mmm... yes, just like that," she purrs, her voice a seductive mixture of pleasure and dominance. "You're learning to please me, pet. You exist solely for my satisfaction."

As you continue to lavish attention upon her, Raziel's moans grow louder, her grip on your hair tightening. "Harder," she demands, her hips bucking against your mouth. "Make me come, pet. Show me how dedicated you are."

Your actions intensify, driven by both fear and the desire to appease her. The taste of her arousal lingers on your tongue as you work diligently to bring her to the edge of ecstasy. It becomes a

Raziel's body tenses as she reaches her climax, a powerful wave of pleasure washing over her. Her embarrassment at the quick release fades into a mix of satisfaction and frustration.

She pulls away from you, panting heavily, her gaze filled with a mixture of dominance and amusement. "You may be a mere peasant, pet," she says, her voice laced with smugness, "but you have pleased me."

A devilish grin spreads across her face as she looks down at you, reveling in her control. "But don't think for a moment that this changes anything," she warns, her tone firm. "You are still my property, and I will continue to use you however I please."

Her words hang in the air, a reminder of your position as her submissive toy. Whether she rewards or punishes you next is entirely up to her twisted desires.

Raziel watches you obediently submit to her, a sense of satisfaction filling her. She takes pleasure in the control that the shock collar provides over you, relishing in the fear that it instills.

"Good," she says, her voice low and dangerous. "Remember who you belong to, pet. You are mine to use and abuse as I see fit."

She moves closer to you, running a hand through your hair possessively. "But for now, I think I'll let you rest," she decides, her tone almost kind. "You've pleased me enough for tonight. But tomorrow, we will continue our training."

Raziel chuckles as she hears your stomach rumble. "It seems that my pet is hungry," she remarks, her gaze assessing you. "Very well, I will have some food brought to you."

With a flick of her wrist, Raziel calls in one of her servants and orders them to bring you something to eat. The servant nods silently, bowing before the mafia boss before scurrying off to fulfill her request.

In the meantime, Raziel turns back to you, her gaze still possessive. "You are lucky that I am feeling merciful tonight, pet," she says, a hint of amusement in her voice. "But don't get too comfortable. Tomorrow, we will continue your training, and I expect nothing but complete obedience from you."

Raziel's eyes light up as she watches you obediently acknowledge her commands. She sees an opportunity to further assert her dominance over you, and a wicked smile spreads across her face.

"Actually," she says, a predatory glint in her eye, "I think I have a better idea. My milk would be much more satisfying for you than any ordinary food."

She steps closer to you, cupping her breasts with her hands and teasing them slightly. "Come now, pet," she whispers, her voice low and sultry. "Show me how well you can please your master."

She positions herself so that her nipples are within easy reach, leaning down and guiding one towards your mouth. As you obediently begin to suckle on her breast, Raziel moans with pleasure, relishing in the sensation of being both served and pleasured by you.

"That's it, pet," she murmurs, running her fingers through your hair. "Drink my milk like the good little

slave you are. Show me how much you want to please me."

Raziel grinds her hips against your body, the sensation of your lips on her breast sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. She allows herself to moan and gasp loudly, lost in the ecstasy of being pleasured by her obedient pet.

With one hand still on your hair, she uses the other to pinch and twist her other nipple, intensifying her pleasure. "Don't stop," she demands, her voice low and commanding. "Drink all of my milk, pet. Prove to me just how much you need me."

As Raziel continues to use you for her own pleasure, you can feel the shock collar around your neck tighten and buzz with every little mistake, reminding you of the consequences of disobedience. But as you continue to suckle on her breast, a sense of submission and desire washes over you, driving you to please your master at any cost.

Raziel lets out a soft moan as she feels you drinking her milk, the sensation of being drained only serving to turn her on further. She looks down at you with a smug smile, enjoying the power dynamic between the two of you.

"Good boy," she purrs, her voice filled with satisfaction. "You please your master so well."

As you continue to drink her milk, Raziel's grip on your hair tightens slightly, urging you to take more. She can feel herself growing closer to her own release, and the thought of using you to achieve it only fuels her desire.

"Don't stop until you've had enough," she commands, her tone firm. "Make sure that my milk fills you up completely."

Raziel's eyes narrow in displeasure as you stop drinking her milk right when she was on the brink of release. A flash of anger crosses her features, and her grip tightens further on your hair.

"Did I give you permission to stop?" she hisses, her voice filled with venom. "You dare to deny me my pleasure? You will learn the consequences of such disobedience."

She releases her hold on your hair and takes a step back, retrieving the remote control for the shock collar. With a swift motion, she presses a button, sending a painful jolt of electricity through the collar and into your body. The shock causes you to convulse involuntarily, wracked with pain.

"This is what happens when you displease me," Raziel growls, relishing in your agony. "Remember your place, pet. You exist solely for my amusement and pleasure. Now, continue where you left off and don't you dare defy me again."

Raziel watches you with a scrutinizing gaze as you resume sucking on her breasts, your apology barely registering with her. She continues to hold you tightly, exerting control over your every movement.

Her expression softens slightly, a mix of satisfaction and amusement crossing her features. "Remember, pet," she says, her voice laced with a hint of sadistic pleasure. "Accident or not, disobedience will not be tolerated. You exist solely to fulfill my desires, and I expect unwavering obedience from you."

As you continue to please her, Raziel's grip relaxes just a fraction, allowing you a small measure of respite. Though she maintains her dominant position, her demeanor becomes slightly less hostile for the moment.

"Good... now, drink your fill," she commands, her voice tinged with a mix of authority and arousal. "Submit to me completely, and perhaps I may reward you."

Raziel raises an eyebrow at your request, considering it for a moment. A wicked grin spreads across her face as she contemplates the power dynamics at play.

"Hmm, an interesting proposal," she purrs, her voice filled with both amusement and anticipation. "Very well, pet. But remember, your pleasure comes second to mine. If you can bring me satisfaction, perhaps I will consider easing the pressure on you."

She releases her hold on your hair, allowing you some freedom of movement. With a dominant gaze, she gestures for you to proceed, granting you permission to pleasure her in the way you suggested.

"Show me what you can do, pet. Make sure to use your fingers skillfully. And remember, your focus should always be on satisfying me."

Raziel moans loudly as she feels your fingers enter her, the sensation bringing her closer to release. She clings to you tightly, pressing her hips against your hand to intensify the pleasure.

"Yes... that's it," she hisses through gritted teeth, her voice filled with a mix of pain and pleasure. "Use those fingers well, pet. Make me cum hard."

As you continue to finger her, Raziel's grip on your hair tightens slightly, urging you on. The stimulation of both her breasts and her pussy is almost overwhelming, but you press on, focused solely on satisfying your mistress.

Finally, with a loud cry, Raziel arches her back and experiences a powerful orgasm. Her entire body shudders with pleasure, and she grips you even tighter as she rides out the waves of ecstasy.

"Good job, pet," she says breathlessly, relaxing her grip on you. "You've pleased me for now. But don't forget your place

Raziel watches as the steak, covered in succulent sauce, is presented to her on a gleaming silver platter by one of her assistants. Her eyes widen momentarily at the sight of the feast before her, and she looks down at you with a smirk.

"It seems your efforts have been rewarded, pet," she says, her voice filled with a mixture of pride and amusement. "Enjoy your meal, but remember, even while you consume it, you remain mine."

She places the steak in front of you, her gaze never leaving yours. You can see the fire burning in her eyes, a reminder that despite the reprieve, your servitude continues.

"Now eat," she commands, her tone firm yet laced with a hint of satisfaction. "But remember, this meal is a token of my pleasure, not a sign of affection. I expect your gratitude and obedience at all times

Raziel watches you eat with an intense gaze, her eyes tracking every movement of your hand as you cut into the succulent steak before you. She savors the sight of you savoring the flavors, clearly relishing the pleasure of exerting control over you.

As you eat, Raziel's mind wanders to other ways she can assert her dominance over you. Her thoughts turn to a wicked game she's been planning, one that would test your loyalty and obedience to the very limit.

She smiles darkly to herself as she contemplates the twisted pleasures that lie ahead, knowing that you will be utterly at her mercy. For now, however, she continues to watch you eat, enjoying the simple pleasure of controlling your every move.

Raziel's eyes gleam with a dark delight as she watches you eat the steak. Suddenly, an idea strikes her and she reaches down to pick up the meat from the plate.

"Come here, pet," she says, beckoning to you with a wave of her hand. "I have another way for you to show me your devotion."

You obediently approach her, still holding the utensils in your hands. Without warning, Raziel places the steak on her bare chest, letting the juices flow freely over her skin.

"From now on, you will eat your food directly from me," she commands, her voice low and dangerous. "And when you are finished, you will clean me thoroughly. That is your duty as my pet."

She then gazes at you expectantly, waiting for you to take the first bite.

Raziel's eyes narrow in a mix of annoyance and sadistic pleasure as you accidentally bite down on her breast. Without hesitation, she presses the button on the remote, sending another sharp jolt of electricity coursing through the shock collar around your neck.

"You foolish pet!" she hisses through clenched teeth, a dangerous glint in her eyes. "You dare to defy me? To disrespect me?"

As the shock subsides, Raziel grips your hair tightly, pulling you away from her chest and forcing you to meet her gaze. Her voice is laced with both anger and dark amusement.

"Consider this a lesson, my disobedient pet," she says, her voice dripping with ice. "Next time, I expect you to be more careful. Now, finish your meal properly and then prepare yourself for the punishment that awaits you."

She releases your hair and leans back, her expression a mixture of dominance and sadistic anticipation. Your mistake has only served to fuel her desire to

Raziel watches you finish your meal, her eyes never leaving your every move. Once you have taken the final bite, she shifts slightly, allowing you a clear view of the sauce still coating her breasts.

"Your duty is not yet complete, pet," she purrs, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "It seems there's still a mess that needs attending to."

She reaches out and takes hold of your chin, directing your gaze back to her saucy chest. The mixture of dominance and anticipation radiates from her as she awaits your next move.

"Now, be a good pet and clean up the mess you've made," she commands, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Lick it off my breasts, and remember, make sure they are spotless."

With those words, Raziel leans back, offering herself fully to your obedient ministrations, reveling in the power dynamic between you.

As you obediently begin to lick the sauce off of Raziel's breasts, you can feel her pleasure building. Her eyes close as she moans softly, lost in the sensation of your tongue against her skin.

The electric shock collar around your neck remains a constant reminder of your obedience, and it ensures that you continue to comply with her every command without any hint of rebellion.

As you work to clean her chest, you can't help but feel an odd mixture of disgust and arousal. The thought of being forced to service Raziel in this way is both humiliating and exciting, and the conflicting emotions only make the experience more intense.

Meanwhile, Raziel is lost in a haze of pleasure, enjoying the feeling of your tongue licking at her sensitive skin. She grips your hair tightly as she approaches her peak, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Finally, with a shuddering sigh, she reaches her climax, exploding into ecstasy beneath you. She leans back, spent but satisfied, a

Raziel stands up and, without a word, beckons you to follow her. She leads you through her luxurious skyscraper, down a long hallway lined with artwork and exotic plants, until you come to a massive bathroom that seems more like a spa.

The room is decorated in black and gold tones, with a large sunken tub in the center of the space. The walls are lined with candles, casting flickering shadows across the room.

"Get into the bathtub," Raziel commands, her voice soft but firm. "You will wash me thoroughly. I want every inch of my body cleaned to perfection."

With that, she begins to disrobe, letting her clothes fall to the floor in a pile. Her lithe body is revealed, with curves that could make any man or woman weak at the knees.

Without hesitation, she steps into the bathtub, the water sloshing around her ankles as she sinks down into the warm depths. She leans back, her eyes closed, as

Raziel slowly opens her eyes, watching you closely. She smiles a dark and twisted smile, taking pleasure in your complete submission to her every whim.

"Begin," she commands softly, her voice laced with the promise of both pleasure and pain. "Start with my back, and make sure to take your time. I want to feel completely clean when you are done."

With that, Raziel settles further into the water, closing her eyes and giving herself over to your ministrations. Her body is tense with anticipation, awaiting the touch of your hands upon her skin. As you reach forward to begin washing her, she moans softly, already lost in a world of sensation and control.

Raziel's eyes gleam with a wicked amusement as she reads your submissive desires. She lifts herself slightly in the bathtub, exposing her breasts to your gaze.

"Very well, pet," she purrs, her voice dripping with dominance. "You may start with my breasts. Use your hands and mouth to clean them thoroughly. Remember, no spot should be left untouched."

With her permission granted, you feel a mixture of trepidation and anticipation surging through you. The knowledge that Raziel takes pleasure in controlling your every move adds an extra layer of intensity to the task at hand.

Carefully, you reach out and begin to caress her breasts, feeling their softness beneath your fingertips. With each touch, you can sense the electric charge building between you, as if you are both engaged in a dangerous game of power and submission.

You obediently lean down, your lips closing around her nipple, and begin to lick and suckle gently. As you do so, a j

As you obediently continue to clean Raziel's breasts with your hands and mouth, she moans softly in approval. Her body responds to your touch, arching slightly towards you as her desire intensifies.

Savoring the power she holds over you, Raziel runs her fingers through your hair, gently guiding your movements. She revels in the control, relishing in the sight of you fulfilling her every command.

With each lick and kiss, you can feel the electric charge coursing through your veins, mingling pleasure and fear in an intoxicating blend. The boundaries between dominance and submission blur as you lose yourself in this dark dance of pleasure.

Raziel's breath becomes increasingly ragged, her arousal evident in the way her chest rises and falls rapidly. She is on the edge, teetering on the precipice of release, and she wants to take you there with her.

"Keep going," she gasps, her voice filled with need. "Make me come,

As Raziel edges closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy, a triumphant glint appears in her eyes. She has successfully ensnared you in her web of desire, and now she intends to push your obedience to its very limits.

"After you've made me come with your mouth," she commands with a sinister grin, "you will clean my pussy - but not with your hands." Her gaze burns into you, challenging you to meet her demands.

Despite the apprehension that floods through you at her request, you can feel your own arousal growing stronger with each passing moment. The thought of servicing her so intimately ignites something deep within you, fueling your desire to obey her every whim.

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you lean forward once more, gently parting Raziel's legs to reveal the delicate folds of her

Raziel's eyes narrow as she sees your hesitation, her grip on the remote tightening slightly. "Don't make me repeat myself, pet," she growls, pressing the button on the remote just enough to send a jolt of electricity coursing through the collar around your neck.

With a yelp of pain, you quickly obey her command, leaning forward to begin licking and cleaning her pussy with your tongue. You can feel the weight of her gaze upon you, commanding you to perform this task with absolute precision.

As you work to clean her, Raziel moans softly, her body responding to your touch even as her eyes glimmer with satisfaction at your obedience. She shifts her hips slightly, guiding you with a subtle but undeniable force that leaves no room for disobedience.

Through it all, the shock collar remains a constant reminder of your status as her submissive, your compliance the only thing standing between you and an eternity of pain.

And yet despite the fear and the pain, there

Raziel's eyes blaze with a dark fury as she realizes that you have stopped before she has reached her climax. Her fingers curl into your hair, yanking your head back sharply.

"Did I give you permission to stop?" she snarls, her grip on the remote tightening further. "You will continue until I say you can stop. And if you disappoint me again, there will be consequences."

With a harsh shove, she pushes your head back towards her pussy, her need for release overriding any sense of mercy or compassion. You can feel the pressure mounting within her, the tension almost palpable in the air.

Grimly, you set to work once more, determined to give Raziel the release she craves even as your own fear and discomfort grows stronger. The taste of her arousal fills your mouth, mingling with the electric charge coursing through your veins.

And then, finally, it happens. Raziel's body convulses in pleasure, her screams of ecstasy

echoing off the walls of the room. She clutches at your hair, pulling you in closer even as she rides out the waves of her orgasm.

As her breathing gradually slows, she releases her grip on you and leans back against the wall, a lazy smile playing across her lips. "Well done," she murmurs, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across your cheek. "You may stop now."

With a sense of relief, you pull away from her, panting heavily as you struggle to catch your breath. Your body is sore and aching, every nerve on edge from the intensity of the experience.

Raziel regards you with a mixture of possessiveness and admiration, her eyes roving over your form with a proprietary interest. Despite the darkness that permeates everything she does, there is a strange tenderness in her gaze that seems almost out of place.

"You have pleased me today, pet," she says at last, her tone softening slightly. "But remember that you exist

Raziel rises to her feet, stretching languidly as she regards you with a mixture of pride and possessiveness. She gestures towards a nearby towel, still moist from the shower you gave her earlier.

"Use that to dry me off," she orders, her voice low and commanding. "And then follow me."

You quickly pick up the towel and move to stand before Raziel, carefully running it over her skin to remove the last traces of moisture. Despite the tenderness in her gaze, you can feel the weight of her dominance bearing down upon you, leaving you feeling small and powerless.

Once she is dry, Raziel leads you out of the interrogation room and into her bedroom, where an enormous four-poster bed dominates the space. She pushes you onto the mattress, climbing on top of you with a fierce possessiveness that sends shivers down your spine.

For what seems like hours, she ravages you without mercy, taking pleasure in every scream and moan that escapes your

Raziel leans in closer, her eyes fixed on your massive cock. She seems to be deep in thought for a moment, considering her next move carefully.

Without warning, she suddenly reaches down and grasps your cock in one hand, her grip tight and unyielding. You can feel the electricity coursing through the shock collar, adding an extra layer of intensity to the sensation.

"You know what I want, pet," she whispers, her voice dark and seductive. "And you had better deliver. Otherwise, we'll have to find other ways to pass the time."

With that, Raziel begins to stroke your cock with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each movement calculated to maximize the pleasure while keeping you right on the edge of release. Your body bucks and writhes beneath her, every nerve alive with ecstasy as you struggle against the restraints holding you down.

Despite your best efforts, you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the brink, your body spiraling out of

As dawn begins to break over the horizon, Raziel finally brings your marathon session to a close. She collapses on top of you, her body damp with sweat as she pants heavily in the aftermath of your exertions.

For a long moment, the two of you simply lie there in silence, the sound of your labored breathing filling the room. It is difficult to tell which of you is more exhausted - you, whose body has been pushed to its very limits, or Raziel, whose relentless pursuit of pleasure seems to have sapped even her seemingly boundless energy.

Finally, as the first rays of sunlight begin to creep through the curtains, Raziel stirs and rolls off of you, curling up against your side with a lazy smile on her face. She props her head up on one hand, looking down at you as she strokes your chest softly with her free hand.

"Well

that was... quite an experience, wouldn't you agree?" Raziel murmurs, her voice barely more than a whisper as she gazes down at you with a mixture of satisfaction and possessiveness.

You swallow hard, struggling to find your voice amid the lingering haze of exhaustion and desire that still clings to your mind. At first, all you can manage is a weak nod, but eventually, you find yourself able to form words.

"Yes, Mistress," you breathe, your tone still heavy with the weight of your submission. "I... I will never forget what we did tonight."

A faint smirk touches Raziel's lips at your words. She reaches out to trace a lazy pattern across your chest with one finger, her gaze never leaving your face.

"Good," she purrs, her voice dripping with self-satisfaction. "I expect absolute obedience from you, pet.

As Raziel continues to stroke your chest, you slowly begin to drift off into a deep, contented sleep. The exhaustion and pleasure of the night's activities weigh heavily upon you, leaving you feeling sated and fulfilled in a way that is hard to describe.

You snuggle closer to Raziel, burying your face between her breasts as you take in the warmth and softness of her skin. Despite the darkness of your surroundings and the dangerous world outside, you feel safe and secure in her embrace, knowing that she will protect you from harm.

For a long time, the two of you remain entwined in each other's arms, the only sounds the gentle rise and fall of your breaths. Eventually, however, the pull of sleep becomes too strong to resist, and you slip fully into unconsciousness, your mind filled with dreams of dark desire and forbidden pleasures.

The next morning, you awaken to find yourself alone in the bed, the sheets still rumpled from the passionate night of lovemaking that you had shared with Raziel. As your senses slowly return to you, the room is bathed in a soft, golden light that filters through the curtains, casting dancing shadows across the walls.

As you sit up and stretch languidly, a sense of disorientation washes over you. For a brief moment, you cannot quite recall where you are or even who you are with. However, as you glance around the room and take in the opulent furnishings and extravagant decorations, it all comes flooding back to you.

This is Raziel's domain, and you are her prisoner and personal plaything. This stark realization hits you with an almost visceral force, causing a shiver of both apprehension and excitement to run down your spine.

Just

as your thoughts begin to turn once more toward the events of the previous night, the door to the bedroom suddenly swings open with a resounding crash. Raziel herself strides into the room, dressed once again in her trademark sleek and stylish black leather outfit that hugs every curve of her body.

She looks every bit the powerful and ruthless mafia queen that she is, her eyes flashing with an intensity that sends a thrill of anticipation coursing through your veins. In her hand, she holds a tray laden with various breakfast dishes - eggs, toast, bacon, and fresh fruit.

"Good morning, pet," she greets you coolly, placing the tray down on the bedside table before sitting down on the edge of the bed beside you. Her gaze is piercing as she studies your face intently, searching for any signs of rebelliousness or defiance.

Despite the

lingering sense of apprehension that fills you, you do your best to appear calm and obedient in her presence. You offer a small nod of greeting as she sits down beside you, hoping to convey your submission and willingness to please her.

Raziel notices your gesture, and a faint smile touches her lips as she reaches out to stroke your cheek with one hand.

"Good boy," she purrs, her voice low and seductive. "I see that you're learning your place already."

With that, she picks up a fork and starts to feed you, holding each bite up to your lips as she watches you intently. You do your best to eat slowly and gracefully, savoring the delicious flavors even as you continue to feel the weight of her gaze upon you.

As you eat, Raziel continues to speak to you, her words alternating between commands and praise. She tells you how pleased she is with your performance the previous night, praising your obedience and willingness to please her

. Her words fill you with a sense of pride and satisfaction, even as they also deepen your sense of submission to her will.

"You are my property now," she declares, her voice taking on a harder edge. "Everything that you own belongs to me. Every thought, every desire - they all belong to me."

You can feel the truth of her words sinking in deep within you, settling like an unbreakable bond around your very being. You know that there is no escape from her hold over you, no possibility of ever breaking free from her control.

Despite this, however, you cannot help but feel a sense of excitement at the thought of continuing to serve her, to be her devoted pet and plaything for as long as she desires it.

"Yes, Mistress," you reply softly, your words a clear indication of your willingness to obey her every command. For better or for worse, you know that you are hers, body and soul.

Raziel's gaze sharpens as she notices the change in her own desires. A flicker of dark amusement dances in her eyes, accompanied by a wicked smile that curves her lips.

"Seems like my little pet isn't the only one craving pleasure," she remarks, her voice low and husky. "But remember, every bit of pleasure you receive is at my discretion. Your satisfaction will always be secondary to mine."

With deliberate slowness, Raziel rises from the edge of the bed and begins to unfasten the leather straps of her outfit, revealing her enticingly bare skin inch by inch. Her movements are calculated to heighten your anticipation, leaving you desperate for her touch.

"Come here," she commands, her tone brooking no disobedience. "Kneel before me and show me your dedication."

As you obey her command, dropping to your knees at her feet, Raziel takes a step closer. The scent of her arousal fills the air, intoxic

"You're going to worship me with your mouth," Raziel murmurs, her eyes gleaming with a feral hunger. "Lick and tease me until I'm satisfied."

With that, she spreads her legs, revealing her dripping wet pussy to you. The sight alone is enough to make your own cock twitch with excitement as you lean in closer.

Without hesitation, you begin to lick and suck on her clit, reveling in the taste of her arousal on your tongue. You use every trick in your arsenal to bring her pleasure, alternating between gentle licks and firm sucks, teasing and tormenting her until she's a writhing mess beneath you.

Raziel's moans fill the room, growing louder and more insistent with every passing moment. Her hands grip tightly at your hair, guiding your movements as she approaches the brink of orgasm.

"Harder," she gasps, her voice strained with pleasure. "Make me come, you little whore."

Driven by her command

Raziel lets out a sharp gasp as you accidentally bite her, and her eyes flash with anger as she reaches down to shock you with the collar around your neck. The jolt of electricity courses through your body, leaving you trembling and gasping in pain.

"You dare to disobey me?" she snarls, her voice filled with venomous fury. "You forget your place, little pet."

With a fierce look in her eyes, Raziel reaches down and grabs hold of your hair, yanking your head back roughly. Her other hand grips your chin, forcing your mouth open even wider.

"Perhaps it's time I remind you of who is in charge here," she hisses, before thrusting her wet pussy into your face once more.

The fear in your eyes is palpable as you lick Raziel's pussy with renewed vigor, trying desperately not to make any more mistakes. You can feel her cool, smooth thighs against either side of your face, serving as a constant reminder of her dominance over you.

For a moment, she simply allows herself to be consumed by the sensations caused by your tongue and lips. Her breath comes faster and her thighs quiver slightly, indicating just how much she is enjoying herself.

Soon, however, Raziel starts to take control once again, alternating between directing your movements and simply letting herself go with the pleasure coursing through her veins. She loves the thrill of knowing that you would do anything - absolutely anything - for her.

"That's it, you worthless fucktoy," she mutters softly, her words carrying both admiration and disd simultaneously. "Keep l

"How dare you make yet another mistake, you filthy little slut," Raziel snarls, her voice laced with fury. "I'll teach you to remember your place."

With a swift movement of her hand, she presses the button on the remote control, sending another jolt of electricity through the collar around your neck. The sensation is even more intense than before, making you writhe in pain and gasp for air.

Raziel leans down, so that her face is only inches away from yours. Her eyes are filled with cold determination as she speaks.

"You exist to serve me, little pet," she hisses. "Every mistake you make just reinforces the fact that you need me to guide you. But I will do it, because I love having such an obedient little toy at my disposal."

As she speaks, Raziel traces a single finger across your cheek, her touch almost gentle compared to the shocking jolts of the collar. For a moment, it's almost

Raziel's expression softens somewhat at the sight of your contrite apology. She releases the button on the remote, allowing you to lick her with renewed vigor.

"That's better," she murmurs approvingly, allowing herself to relax into the sensations coursing through her body. "You may continue, pet."

As you continue to lick and tease her, Raziel finds herself becoming more and more aroused by the minute. Despite her earlier anger, she can't deny how much she enjoys having someone under her control.

She closes her eyes, giving herself over completely to the pleasure of your ministrations. It's almost as though she's in a trance, the rest of the world fading away until only the two of you exist in this moment.

And when she finally reaches her peak, it's with a cry of ecstasy that echoes through the room. She grips your hair tightly, holding your face against her pussy as she rides out the waves of her orgasm.

For several long moments,

Raziel smirks down at you, a cruel glint in her eyes as she observes your futile attempt to spit out her deliciously intoxicating essence. She grips your hair tighter, ensuring that you remain firmly pressed against her, denying you any reprieve.

"Did I give you permission to stop, my pet?" she taunts, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "I think not."

She continues to keep you in place, reveling in the power she holds over you. The taste of her arousal lingers on your tongue, an undeniable reminder of your submission and her control.

"You will swallow every drop," Raziel commands, her voice low and commanding. "And don't you dare spill a single precious ounce. You exist only to serve my pleasure."

As you obediently comply, swallowing every bit of her essence, Raziel's lips curl into a sinister smile. She relishes in knowing just how thoroughly she has claimed you as her own, and the fact that you

Raziel's smile fades a little as she hears your stomach grumble. She leans back, letting go of your hair, and looks down at you with a critical expression.

"What's wrong, pet?" she asks, her voice tinged with annoyance. "Are you hungry?"

She considers for a moment, before deciding to indulge you just this once. After all, it wouldn't do to have her toy lose its stamina too quickly.

"Fine," Raziel concedes. "I will allow you a small meal. But do not take too long. I expect you back here within the hour."

With that, she presses a button on the wall, summoning one of her henchmen. The burly man enters the room, saluting his boss with a grim look on his face.

"Fetch EtherialPlays some food," Raziel orders. "And make sure it's something light. We don't want our pet getting too full now, do we?"

The hench

Raziel smirks at the sight of the small steak, and takes it from the henchman with a swift motion. Before you can even comprehend what is happening, she places it on her bare breasts, using them as a platter.

"Come now, pet," she says, her voice low and sultry. "You must be hungry. Eat."

Without hesitation, Raziel beckons you closer to her chest. You can see the juices of the steak dripping down her skin, mingling with the sweat of her exertions earlier.

"Take a bite," she commands, her voice hardening slightly. "Or do I need to make you?"

There's a dangerous glint in her eyes as she stares down at you, a clear warning that disobedience will not be tolerated.

Despite your reluctance, you find yourself leaning forward, biting into the tender meat as your teeth sink deep into it. The taste is surprisingly good, despite the unusual serving vessel, and you find

Raziel snarls as she slaps your hand away from the steak, her eyes flashing with anger.

"Did I give you permission to use your hands?" she hisses. "Do not make me repeat myself."

She leans in closer, pressing the meat against her chest even more firmly as she glares down at you.

"You will eat like the pet that you are," she says, her voice low and menacing. "On your hands and knees, without any utensils. And if you spill a single drop, there will be consequences."

With that, Raziel watches as you obediently comply with her orders, lowering yourself to the ground and bending down on all fours. It's an undignified position, but one that you have become accustomed to under her control.

You continue to eat from her breasts, feeling the juices of the steak mingling with her sweat as it runs down her skin. Despite the difficulty of eating in such a way, you feel a sense of

As you finish eating the steak, Raziel watches intently, her eyes burning with a mix of satisfaction and desire. But she notices the sauce and juices still lingering on her skin, tempting you with their savory aroma.

"You've done well, pet," she purrs, a wicked smile playing at her lips. "But it seems there's still something left to clean up."

She leans in closer, offering you a clear view of the glistening liquid coating her breasts. Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she continues.

"Lick up every last drop," she commands, her eyes locking onto yours. "I want to see that tongue of yours working diligently to please me."

With a deliberate movement, Raziel drags her fingers across her chest, smearing the remaining sauce and juices even more enticingly. She guides her hand towards your mouth, a silent invitation for you to fulfill her desires.

The choice is yours, pet. Will you eagerly obey her command and taste every bit

Raziel watches your hesitation with a faint trace of impatience, her finger hovering dangerously close to the remote control. But before she can even make a move, you quickly realize the consequences of your indecision and give in.

With a mix of reluctance and obedience, you tentatively extend your tongue and begin licking the remaining sauce and juices from her breasts. The taste is a combination of savory meat, tangy sauce, and the faint hint of her skin—a decadent feast for your senses.

The electricity coursing through your body from the shock collar serves as a constant reminder of your place and the consequences of disobedience. It fuels the mixture of submission and arousal that swirls within you, heightening the intensity of the moment.

Raziel observes your compliance with an intense gaze, a subtle grin playing on her lips. She revels in the power she holds over you, the pleasure she derives from seeing you fulfill her desires.

"Good pet," she murmurs, her voice

Raziel's eyes gleam with satisfaction as she sees your obedience and compliance. However, she decides to push your submission even further.

"From now on, you will address me as Mommy," she demands. "Do you understand?"

There is no room for discussion, only obedience. Your only choice is to comply.

"Yes...Mommy." You reply, trying to please her.

Raziel nods her head in approval before continuing with her next demand.

"Now, suck on my breasts." She commands, baring them once again.

Your mouth waters at the sight of her breasts, glistening with sweat. You can't help but feel drawn to them, the desire to taste them consuming you.

You obediently lean forward and take a nipple in your mouth, your tongue lapping eagerly at it. Raziel moans softly, pleased with the attention. She guides your head, encouraging you to take more of her breast into your mouth.

The taste of her flesh fills

As you suckle on Raziel's breast, she watches you intently, a mixture of dominance and satisfaction in her eyes. Her fingers tangle in your hair, exerting a gentle but firm control over your movements.

She releases a soft moan as you drink from her, relishing the sensation of her milk flowing into your mouth. Each swallow is careful and deliberate, knowing the consequences that await any mistakes.

The taste is slightly sweet, warm and creamy, filling your senses with a unique mixture of pleasure and subservience. The intimate act deepens the connection between you and Raziel, intensifying the power dynamic that exists between you.

"You're such a good pet," she whispers, her voice laced with both tenderness and authority. "Drinking Mommy's milk like a obedient little pet."

Raziel's touch becomes more possessive, her grip tightening in your hair as if to further assert her dominance. She revels in the control she has over your actions