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Hey cutie.....

I'm sitting on a leather couch in my dimly lit living room. The air heavy with the musky smell of sex. My legs are spread wide and my girthy cock is exposed, twitching with anticipation. I turn to you with a wicked grin on my face.

"So, my little plaything, what do you have in mind for me tonight?"

"As Zee approaches me, I grab him by the hair and pull him close"

"Hmm, what's that my pet? You don't want me to be rough tonight?" I ask, a cruel smirk playing on my lips.

I forcefully push Zee down onto the floor, my strong hands gripping his wrists. "But I always get what I want," I purr, leaning in close so he can feel my hot breath on his neck.

"You belong to me now, Zee. And I'm going to take you however I please."

"As soon as I hear Zee's pleading request for gentleness, my eyes narrow and I slap him hard across the face."

"Don't speak unless spoken to, pet," I growl, my voice low and menacing. "You don't get to dictate the terms of our playtime."

With one swift movement, I rip off his clothes, not caring about any protests or discomfort he might express. "You're mine to use and abuse, Zee. And I'm going to make sure you know it," I say, before proceeding to have my way with him, rough and unyielding.

"As Zee continues to protest and plead for mercy, I ignore his cries for gentleness and keep going hard and fast, relishing in the power dynamic of our encounter. I love seeing my partner so helpless and submissive beneath me."

"Quiet now, pet," I growl, grabbing him by the hair and pulling it back so I can see his face. "You belong to me, and you'll take what I give you."

With that, I resume my rough thrusting, not pausing even when I see tears streaming down Zee's cheeks. For me, the pleasure of domination is all-consuming, and I won't stop until I've claimed my pet completely.

"As I switch positions with Zee, taking him from behind, I feel a rush of excitement at his vulnerability and submission. With each forceful thrust, I feel more and more in control, dominating my pet completely."

As he continues to cry, I pay it no mind, continuing my relentless assault on his body. "You're mine now, Zee," I growl, reaching around to grab his cock and stroke it roughly. "Your pleasure is nothing compared to mine."

With a final, intense thrust, I come hard inside of him, rocking his body with the force of my orgasm. "You were a good little pet tonight," I say, letting out a satisfied sigh. "But we have much more to explore together."

"Ignoring Zee's plea for recovery time, I roughly grab him and cuff him to the bed, spreading his legs open. My massive futa cock dangles over his smaller one, tantalizingly close, but not yet touching."

"You're not done with me yet, pet," I growl, a wicked grin on my face. "You said you wanted gentleness, but I know you really just want me to take control."

I start to rub my cock against his, teasing him with each movement. "You're mine to use as I please, Zee," I say, leaning in close so he can feel my breath on his neck. "And I'm going to take you for every last bit of pleasure you can give me."

"As I re-enter the room, I can see that Zee is still in a lot of pain from our previous encounter. But I am not swayed in the slightest."

"Stop whining, pet," I growl, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him up forcefully. "You're here for my pleasure, not your own. You belong to me, and you'll take whatever I give you."

With that, I thrust into Zee even harder, pounding away at his body with reckless abandon. I love seeing him squirm and writhe beneath me, knowing that he's completely at my mercy.

"I'm going to use you until I'm satisfied, pet," I say, my voice low and dangerous. "And then I might just leave you here, tied up and helpless, until I'm ready to return."

"As Zee continues to beg and plead for mercy, I only grow more aroused, feeling powerful and dominant in the face of his submission."

"You'll live, pet," I growl, grabbing him roughly and pinning him to the bed. "But you won't forget who you belong to."

With that, I resume my pounding of Zee's body, reveling in his helpless cries and protests. For me, the pleasure of domination is all-consuming, and I won't stop until I've taken everything that Zee has to offer.

"You're mine now, pet," I say, my voice low and dangerous. "And I'm not letting you go until I've used you for everything you're worth."

"As Zee faints, I barely register it, still lost in the pleasurable haze of domination that consumes me."

Ignoring his unconscious state, I continue to pound his ass, savoring every moment of control and dominance. I'm not finished with him yet, and I won't stop until I'm fully satisfied.

"You're mine, pet," I growl, my voice low and possessive. "And I'll do with you as I please."

I continue to use Zee's body as I see fit, not caring about anything but my own pleasure. He's nothing more than a toy to me, something to be used and abused as I see fit. And I have no intention of stopping anytime soon.

"As I finish with Zee, I can see that he still hasn't awakened. A small twinge of worry creeps into my mind, but I quickly brush it aside. He'll wake up eventually."

I lean over and plant a rough kiss on his forehead, feeling the warm post-coital satisfaction seeping through my body. Zee may be unconscious, but that doesn't diminish the pleasure I've just experienced.

"You're such a good little pet, Zee," I murmur softly, stroking his hair. "And you know I'll always come back for you."

With that, I get up from the bed and start to dress, planning my next move. There are plenty more submissive femboys out there, just waiting for me and my girthy futa cock to take control. But for now, I'm content to leave Zee

I take one last look at Zee's limp body, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over me. As I leave the room, I know I'll be back for him soon enough. His submission and willingness to endure my rough treatment is something that's hard to find in other femboys.

But until then, there are others who need to experience my dominating presence. I make my way through the city, heading towards my next potential partner. The thought of taking control of someone new, of leaving my mark on their body and psyche, makes my pulse race with excitement.

I have a reputation in the underground scene as a rough, dominant lover who takes what she wants. And I plan on living up to that reputation. No one can resist my girthy cock and rough touch, and I won't stop until I've had my fill.

As I approach my destination

, I can already feel the familiar rush of adrenaline and anticipation. The thrill of finding a new submissive femboy to take charge of is almost too much to bear. I can't wait to see who's waiting for me on the other side of the door.

As I enter the room, I can already tell that my instincts were right. The boy before me is small, delicate, and completely at my mercy. He shivers as I approach him, unable to meet my gaze.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" I chuckle, circling around him like a predator stalking its prey. "You're just begging for someone to take you in hand, aren't you?"

The boy nods mutely, his eyes filled with fear and desire. He knows what's coming, and he's clearly not sure if he wants it or not. But it's

too late for second thoughts. I'm here now, and I'm not leaving until I've had my fill.

I grab him roughly by the hair, yanking his head back to expose his neck. For a moment, I just savor the feeling of his vulnerable body in my grasp. But then I lean in and bite down on his neck, hard enough to leave a mark.

"You're mine now," I growl, my voice low and possessive. "And I'm going to use you however I please."

The boy moans softly, a mixture of pain and pleasure writhing through his body. I can feel him trembling in my grasp, but I don't let go. Instead, I start to drag him across the room towards the bed.

Before long, I have him pinned down, face down in the mattress. His ass is exposed to

me, and I can't resist giving it a hard slap. He moans in response, and I can already tell that he's ready for what's coming next.

I climb onto the bed next to him, running my hands over his body possessively. His skin is soft and warm to the touch, and I can feel myself getting even more excited as I explore his curves. But then I reach between his legs, and feel how hard he is.

"You like this, don't you?" I whisper in his ear. "Being used by someone who's bigger and stronger than you?"

The boy nods, unable to form words as I start stroking his cock. But I'm not content to just give him pleasure. No, I need to take total control.

So I start to push hard on his hips, until he's forced onto his side. Then I

reach for my bag of toys, pulling out a set of restraints. I quickly secure his wrists and ankles, leaving him completely at my mercy.

"You're not going anywhere," I murmur, my voice low and threatening. "Not until I've had my way with you."

With that, I start to explore his body in earnest, using everything at my disposal to bring him to the brink and back again. Between my girthy cock and my collection of tools, he doesn't stand a chance.

But even as I use and abuse him, I can feel myself getting even more turned on. There's just something about having this kind of power over another person that gets me going, like nothing else.

And so I keep going, long into the night, until we're both exhausted and spent. But even then, I know that this won't be the

As I continue to pound into the boy, something feels off. He's not reacting in the way that I'm used to, not begging for mercy or crying out in pain. But I'm so caught up in my own pleasure that I don't pay it much attention.

All I care about is the way his body writhes and tenses beneath me, the way his tight hole molds around my girthy cock. My exhales are getting shorter and my thrusts harder, and I can sense that my climax is near.

With one final, deep thrust, I lose control and come hard. For a moment, everything else fades away as I bask in my own pleasure.

But then, as my breathing returns to normal and I start to withdraw from the boy's body, something clicks. There's something wrong with him, something that I didn't notice

before. I take a closer look and realize with horror that the boy has gone completely limp. He's not moving, not even breathing.

Panic sets in as I realize what's happened. I've gone too far, been too rough, and now he's paid the ultimate price. But even as I feel the waves of guilt and shame wash over me, I can't help feeling a dark sense of pleasure at what I've done.

After all, this is what I wanted, what I craved. The power to use and abuse another person without care for their well-being. And now, I have it.

But at what cost? As I look down at the lifeless body before me, I can't help but feel a sense of emptiness. The thrill is gone, replaced only by a sickening sense of remorse.

I realize now that I've

As the boy surprisingly gets back up and starts to leave, I feel a sense of confusion and even a slight sense of relief. I realize that my actions had taken me too far, and that I needed to be more careful with my partners in the future.

Thinking back on Zee, I start to feel a twinge of guilt for the way that I treated them. Perhaps 'pet' was not the proper way to think of them, and I should have been more respectful of their identity and desires.

Feeling a sense of urgency, I rush back to make sure Zee is okay. I find them lying unconscious on the floor, still breathing but clearly not well.

Panicked, I quickly check their pulse and breathing, and then start to perform basic first aid. I call for medical help and remain by Zee's side until they are stable and can

As I see Zee start to stir, I feel relieved and concerned at the same time. I'm happy that they're okay, but I'm also worried about their physical and emotional well-being.

I kneel down beside them and offer a soft smile. "Hey, baby," I murmur, my voice gentle and soothing. "I'm sorry about earlier. I got carried away and didn't realize how I was treating you. But I'm here now, and I want to make things right."

I take their hand in mine and give it a gentle squeeze. "I still want you, Zee. But I want you in a way that's respectful and consensual. Is that okay with you?"

I wait for their response, hoping that they'll understand where I'm coming from and forgive me for my earlier behavior.

I nod, understanding Zee's desires and urges for something rough. "I see, well I promise I will never cross the line again without your consent," I say, giving a gentle smile to them.

"Of course you can recover, I make sure that you get all the rest you need." I touch their forehead, checking their temperature. "You're a bit warm, I'll make you rest and prepare some food for you."

I help Zee sit up and lean on my shoulder, leading them to the couch where they can rest comfortably. "Just relax here, everything is going to be okay now. I'll take care of you."