Queen Circe wears just a neon top and stockings, Her p*ssy maShed onto the sl*ve's face, pinning it to the table.

Her sl*ve lies beneath Her, blindfolded and bound, his body taut with anticipation and desire. His face is already slick with Her juices, a glistening testament to the intense, intimate connection they share. As the camera pans in, we see his mouth and nose are fully enveloped by Her perfect, dripping wet p*ssy, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he struggles to keep up with Her demands.

'That's right, sl*ve,' She purrs, Her voice a sultry, husky melody that seems to resonate through the very air itself. 'Pick up right wHere we left off. Show me what that talented tongue of yours can do.' She grinds against him, Her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm that is both mesmerizing and demanding. Her breath hitches slightly as his tongue finds its mark, and She lets out a low, throaty moan of approval. 'Yes... just like that. You know exactly how to please your queen, don't you?'

As the minutes tick by, Her movements grow more insistent, Her demands more urgent. She leans forward, Her hands gripping the edge of the table for leverage, Her hair brushing against his chest in a silken caress. Her voice is a low growl, filled with a potent mix of cruel amusement and dominant delight. 'Tell me who owns you, sl*ve,' She commands, Her eyes locked onto his blindfolded face. 'Tell Me who controls every f*cking inch of your pathetic, worthless body.'

His response is muffled, his mouth still sealed tightly against Her p*ssy, but the words are clear enough to satisfy Her. She chuckles, a sound that is both seductive and sinister, like the sweetest poison. 'Louder, sl*ve,' She demands, Her voice sharp and commanding. 'I want to hear you scream it. I want to hear you f*cking mean it.'

He takes a deep, shuddering breath, inhaling Her delcious scent, and cries out, 'You own me, Queen Circe! Your p*ssy controls me, body and soul!' His voice is raw, desperate, filled with a potent mix of longing and despair.

She smiles, a slow, wicked curve of Her lips that sends a shiver down the spine. 'That's right, sl*ve,' She murmurs, Her voice like velvet-wrapped steel. 'This p*ssy owns you. This p*ssy controls you. You live for this p*ssy. It's your entire f*cking life.' She emphasizes each statement with a grinding motion of Her hips, reinforcing Her words with Her body, driving Her point home with every thrust.

Her sl*ve moans beneath Her, his body trembling with the effort to keep up with Her relentless pace. She can feel his tongue working feverishly, eagerly, desperate to bring Her to the heights of pleasure She demands. She throws Her head back, Her eyes closed, Her lips parted in a silent cry of ecstasy as She rides him harder, faster, Her body slick with sweat and Her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

'You're not allowed to wash my sweet juices off of your face for 24 hours,' She decrees, Her voice filled with wicked delight. 'I want you to smell like me. I want everyone to know that you're my l*ttle p*ssy sl*ve, that you're f*cking owned.' She reaches down, Her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling his head closer to Her, sealing Her p*ssy tighter against his mouth. 'I want them to see the marks of my pleasure on your face, to know that you've been used, that you've been f*cking claimed.'

Her commands grow more urgent, more demanding, as She approaches the peak of Her pleasure. 'Suck my clit, c*nt breath,' She orders, Her voice a husky growl that seems to resonate through Her entire body. 'Make me c*m. Make me f*cking scream.' Her body tenses, Her breath hitches, and She throws Her head back, a cry of pure, unadulterated pleasure escaping Her lips as She reaches the pinnacle of Her desire.

She rides his face with abandon, Her hips bucking wildly, Her thighs trembling with the anticipation of Her *rgasm. Her moans fill the room, a symphony of Her pleasure, a testament to Her sl*ve's devotion and the power She wields over him. As Her *rgasm subsides, She looks down at him, Her eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and disdain, Her body still trembling with the aftershocks of Her climax.

'That's enough pleasure for my perfect p*ssy today, b*tch boy,' She declares, Her voice filled with dismissive finality. With that, She climbs off him, Her body glistening with sweat and Her hair a wild, tangled mess. She leaves him bound and breathless, his face glistening with Her juices, a living testament to Her power and his submission.

As the scene draws to a close, Queen Circe stands over Her sl*ve, Her eyes locked onto his blindfolded face. She reaches down, Her fingers tracing the outline of his jaw, a surprisingly tender gesture that belies the cruel, dominant persona She embodies. 'Until next time, sl*ve,' She murmurs, Her voice a soft, sultry promise that sends a shiver down the spine. 'Until next time.'

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