Spit, Gloves, & Chains: Goth Domme Wrecks Her Pin-Up Pet

Description: Alice looked so perfect laid out on my couch—red lips, retro curls, fishnets hugging her thighs just right. she thought she was about to get fucked, but i had something filthier in mind. i was already dressed to destroy in my shiny pvc dress, thigh-high platform stilettos, and new elbow-length gloves. she had no idea what was coming.i slid behind her, one hand over her mouth, the other gripping her throat—not choking her, just holding her still, quieting that bratty little smirk for a moment. then i wrapped a chain around her neck, snug and cold against her skin. just tight enough to make her feel it. that’s when i saw it: she was already soaking through those cheap fishnets. so i tore them right off.with her legs exposed and her body locked in place, i slipped my gloved fingers between her thighs. she was dripping. i scooped it up and shoved it right into her mouth. she gagged a little, but she moaned louder. that’s when it really started.i spat in her face. slapped her. smeared my spit across her cheek and dragged my fingers through it, over and over—fingering her, then gagging her with the same hand. her makeup melted. her lipstick ran. she was crying, drooling, a filthy, broken pin-up doll. i spat in her mouth and made her swallow it.but through it all, she smiled. she loved every disgusting second.and as i held her there, used up and perfect, i reminded her of the only thing that really matters: she belongs to me—and no one else.