...Stephanie, still rocking back and forth, continued to press your face into her soaked crotch, the smell now a nauseating mix of sweat and arousal. Time blurred, and the constant pressure began to feel like a physical weight on your soul. Just when you thought you couldn't endure another second, she'd shift slightly, offering a sliver of air before plunging you back into the suffocating heat.
After what felt like an eternity, Stephanie finally stepped back, her expression a mix of amusement and satisfaction. "Well, my little pet," she purred, "how do you feel?"
You gasped for air, your body trembling, your mind reeling. You tried to speak, but only a choked sob escaped your lips.
"I asked you a question," Stephanie said, her voice hardening. "How do you feel?"
You knew what she wanted. You knew what you had to say. But the words felt like acid on your tongue.
"I...I feel..." you stammered, your eyes stinging with tears, "grateful."
"Grateful?" Stephanie raised an eyebrow, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "Grateful for what, exactly?"
"Grateful...for your...your kindness," you choked out, the words tasting like ash in your mouth. "Grateful for the...the opportunity to...to serve you."
"Good," Stephanie said, her voice laced with mockery. "Now, tell me, what have you learned today?"
You struggled to formulate a coherent thought, your mind still reeling from the ordeal. "I've learned...that I am...nothing," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I've learned...that I exist only to...to please you."
"Excellent," Stephanie said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now, to further reinforce your lessons." She pulls out a bright red lipstick. "Look at yourself."
Your reflection was a mess. Your face was red and swollen, your hair disheveled, and your eyes filled with a hollow emptiness.
"This," Stephanie said, pointing to your reflection, "is what you are now. A pathetic, groveling thing. And you will never forget this."
She then pulls the lipstick from her hand and begins to write "SM" on your body.
"This is a reminder, that you are mine. And this is not temporary. You will get a tattoo of this mark."
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