Corruption of Salim
Copyright© 2026 by Andosius
Chapter 4: An extra effort
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 4: An extra effort - Wealthy artist buys an exotic slave girl who leads him to darker and darker things.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Slavery Heterosexual Fiction Historical BDSM MaleDom Sadistic Spanking Torture Gang Bang Black Female Anal Sex Oral Sex Needles
By the time the servants left, Horsetail had her feet back on the floor. She shivered, her body covered with sweat, her breath heavy. Salim took her by the shoulders and turned her around to face him. He grabbed her by the pussy and found it squelching wet. Discarding the whip, he grabbed her by the throat with his free hand.
What do you say, nomad slut? – he asked, his breath hot in her ear as he squeezed with both hands.
Take me, my masster, I ssubmit to you fully, - she whispered, lowering her eyes, voice thick with lust.
Her hips rolled, grinding her sex against his hand. Salim’s dick stirred and strained at her silky call, and he was much tempted. Her tone was not as submissive as her words, however, and he didn’t think she was sorry for her previous insolence. She was merely trying to seduce him to escape punishment. A battle of wills. Invoking the self-discipline and patience he’d honed as an artist, he restrained his urges – for now.
He tied ropes around her ankles and bound them to the nearby columns, forcing her legs wide apart. Her inner thighs were smooth, clear of scars, and bore tattoos depicting two chimeric monsters. The smooth skin glistened with the moisture that ran down from her womanhood, making the tattoos vibrant and the monsters seem alive.
He knew inner thighs to be very sensitive but dangerous to damage on account of major blood vessels passing close to the skin. He would have to be careful. The forced spreading of her legs made her muscles there strain and stand out, which was convenient for what he planned.
Then, he bound her arms to the same columns, stretching her out spredeagled. Handling her limbs, he discovered firm, well-toned muscles hidden beneath the scarred surface of her skin. Caressing her spread arms and legs, he marvelled at their tone and the dedication it must have taken to maintain them. She didn’t struggle this time.
Satisfied, Salim grabbed her by the braid and pulled it back, forcing her to look up at him. With his other hand, he teased her, running his fingers across the smooth skin of her inner thighs and brushing her hungry slit.
You were being punished, slave, but instead of accepting it, you tried to cheat, distracting yourself with pleasure. That calls for extra punishment, slut, - he leered down at her, enjoying dominating the exotic woman more and more.
Guided by a spark of devious inspiration, Salim picked up the torn slave tunic and wrapped it around her head, blindfolding her. Then he retrieved the switches that old Radi had brought. They were long and flexible, terrible in their supple thinness.
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