She gasps again at each swat, her body jumping at each one. She can only give a drunked nod, her body quivering in overstimulation. Her ass is topped with a red glow all over, a few brighter stripes sported like a little tiger from the lashes.

"YES MISTRESS!" she cries out, jerking away from the swats as best she could in her restraints. Anything, she'd agree to anything. One, she couldn't say no to her and, two, anything to make this pain go away as her core started leaking more juices. Oooh . . . IT stung so bad. The attention . . . But the attention, a long, rolling moan. "Please spank me with your hands, mistress," she begged, wanting the lashes to stop, wanting the paddle to stop. Just wanted to that closeness to her that would give this to her.

She felt drunk. She felt out of body. But most of all, she felt like a level of her mistress' pet that she's never accomplished before.

"Maybe I'll only use my hands next time, but right now, I cannot go easy on you." She answers as the paddle comes down on Narrisa sore ass again. "You still need training, and I have to make sure you're learning before we can ease up." She stops for a moment to reach down and rub Narrisa's dripping wet pussy. "My you've really needed some attention, haven't you?"

The dark melody of her mistress voice was eaten alive in her as she nods submissively. "Yes, mistress," she whimpers, even with how her ass is like molten lava, buzzing with livid nerve endings. Her legs relax in the spreader bar, her hands unflexing in their manacles as she jumps again at another swing at the paddle.

Her ears caught the low whistle, the air caught between the paddle's hole as she bunched up before the impact. 'No!' She thought, her mind scolding her. 'I have to be a good pet for mistress. I mustn't anticipate the swing and bunch.' Her breath came in unsteady quivers as she schooled her body, trying to show how good a pet she was to her Kanoe, no longer a dream Kanoe to her, so she could get rewarded with her soft hands sliding up her smooth, red bottom. If it was training for her and her mistress, Narrisa would go to any lengths to not only please, but be a better pet. And the fingers she did feel.

A raspy moan left her lips, the finger soaked in cum, even more than the ruler. Her inner thighs tense in pleasure. Her pussy lips swollen with arousal, aching with the much needed attention. "Yes, mistress, so much," she weakly states. Her toes curl, the spreader bars shifting her balance so her pussy is more offered to her mistress. The clamps were actually getting a little easier, if more achey, as her nipples grew a dark chocolate appearance. Her body was loving this appearance of her, as she became a little more conscious of what she was doing in response.

She gives Narrisa a few more swats then starts to unchain her. She holds onto the girl knowing she's likely too weak to stand on her own. "Come now pet. Pull yourself together." She says while guiding her to a table and laying her down on it. Narrisa's hands and legs are then chained down to keep her restrained while she picks out some toys. "Kanoe" returns with a back massager and a large vibrator. "Don't these look like fun?"

She yelped on each on, her round ass bouncing without any tenseness of preparing for the swinging. Her mind felt mushed as she nodded softly to her mistress. She panted and gasped as the swings finally ended, a rush of shivers leaving her body. Her ass glowed with a vicious red, not as painful as she had thought it would be.

So weak, she felt deliciously weak, needing to be lead to the table as she laid over it, her body moving for her, no thoughts needed other than obedience and submission. The clasp of the chains made a drunked smile lift her lips, eyes fogged over in loving bliss as she helped herself into the positions needed. A warm feeling spread over her form as she tried to struggle, loving the fact that her mistress' dominance kept her in place.

"Yes, mistress," she said, already the insides of her thighs coating in the slowly leaking cum from her pouty cunt.

The fake Kanoe smiles and turns on the vibrator before bringing it to her pussy lips. She has the tip slide over her soaked cunt but doesn't penetrate her just yet. She wanted to watch Narrisa moan and squirm as she is tormented by her mistress. After a moment or two of this, the dildo is finally pushed deep inside Narrisa. Her mistress then turns on the back massager and gently presses it against her clit.

Her mouth dropped as the moan rushed out of her unrelenting. Her body bucked up against the restraints, wanting, needing for that toy to penetrate her like her mistress. To be fucked like her mistress would, not just in body, but in mind. Even now Narrisa knew in the quietest recesses of her mind, that Kanoe meant dark things wit h her submissions, meant to take it much father than what they had agreed on. What Narrisa was originally not comfortable with pasing. But Kanoe had snipped that little limb, that little trifle out of the way. Narrisa had been freed in her submission to Kanoe. Her mind had been shackled to the woman so easily....and it seemed nothing was wrong with that.

Her eyes widened at the realization, a scream tearing through her as her orgasm smashed down into her body. The penetration rocked her into submission, loving it.

It was true.

She couldn't deny it.

Tears stung her eyes as the fret of it evaporated into the air.

"Mmmm I always knew that deep down you wanted this. But we're still far from done here..." She says as the dildo moves in and out of Narrisa's pussy while the back massager is pressed more against her clit. "Maybe you'd prefer I wear a strapon and fuck you for real. How does that sound my pet?"

"Yessss....." narissa writhed as the words left her. It was a coherent answer or one that had taken thought. It was that submissive side that had come out full blown, manifested in this manipulation that was answering. Instinct. It was something, even minutely, her mistress wanted, suggest, than it was what she herself willed.

Her will was a reflection of what her mistress willed it.

So if her mistress wanted to drive in the physical dominance of her pet, than Narrisa.covetted that role that it was her mistress bestowed upon her.

The fake Kanoe grins and takes away the dildo before stepping away out of Narrisa's sight for a moment. When she comes back, she is now wearing a strapon with a larger dildo attached. "I think we need to have you in the proper position for this." She unchains Narrisa from the table. "Now then, get down on all fours."

When the chains fall away, she almost whimpers in protest, loving the chance she has at resisting something she knows she can't possibly beat. Herself. But it is her mistress that wants it and she smiles again, eyes glossed over as she lets herself slide down the bench a little. From the position, the cum that was all over the surface slides her easily halfway down, letting her body smear in her own succulent juices.

She moans in arousal, wanting her mistress to take her, fuck her, claim her with every pump. Her ass waves in front of her mistress, wanting to offer the best position for her entrance into her pet's body. "Yes, mistress, like this?" she asks faintly, the creamy light chocolate skin shimmering in sweat and cum for Wraith's sick view. But it doesn't matter. It's Wraith, its Kanoe, what difference did it make? She needed it, needed to submit. This side of her was wrong, this side of her should never have been manifested . . . Yet it had been there, it had only needed the proper watering, like a seed, to flourish against her own will, made meek in this dream reality.

"Yes that's good." She kneels down behind Narrisa and suddenly gives her ass a couple of swats without warning, tormenting her some more before pushing the dildo deep into her needy cunt. She then starts moving her hips slowly in and out. "How's this my pet? Is it much better?"

She squeaks, moaning with each swat as her ass turns alive with buzzing sensation from the attention. She loved it. A part of her mind knows she losing and she doesn't know what to do to stop it or-- she moans again as her mind spins. Her lips give affections mewls as she surrenders, deeper and deeper, sinking, slipping down such a slope she can only ride it through.

--if she even needs to stop it

And ooh, she's in and it just feels so good. Her cunt trembles around the shaft and pulses and juices even submitting to her mistress or this need of submission as she's pumped again and again, the juices giving as much as she needed for her obedience to be obey all the further. She coos in appreciation. She's free! She's free! This part of her was finally birth as the logical side of her screams in agony in defeat

"That's right, give in to your submissive nature. This is what you're here for." "Kanoe" says seductively as she pistons the toy into Narrisa, moving faster. Her hand swats her ass yet again as she thrusts into her pain slut. Wraith had something better in mind for the strapon, but it would wait till they were almost done to spring the surprise on Narrisa.

Narrisa nodded dumbly as she was rocked into. Her breasts slid on the.surface of the bench as she let herself be pumped into.

Meant for. This. Give in.

These words stunned her like a mantra as it drowned out that distant, dwindling dying part, unaware of any plot set against her.