Lexi play chap 4-5

Chapter 4: Under Control (Part One – The Evening)

Lexi entered Monsieur Duval's apartment with her usual confidence, her heels echoing on the floor. Her leather mini-skirt hugged her hips indecently, her half-open white shirt revealed a delicately openworked black bra. Her favorite accessory – a pair of fake handcuffs – hung from her belt, a nod to her role as a mischievous dominatrix.

Her high ponytail, perfectly pulled, swayed gracefully with each of her steps. She knew the effect she was producing. She felt that she was in control of the game.

Until his eyes meet those of a stranger.

"Let me introduce you to my wife." Duval said, a strange smile on his lips.

Lexi froze for a moment. The woman who walked towards her exuded an aura of icy authority. Madame Duval, tall, slender, with a strict bun on her hair, looked at her with a destabilizing intensity. Her tight black dress highlighted her curves with elegance, but it was not her beauty that struck Lexi: it was the evidence that she would have no escape.

"It seems like you like to play the policeman..." Madame Duval murmured as she approached, her gaze gliding over Lexi's provocative outfit.

"But you'll soon understand who is really in a position of strength here."

Even before Lexi opened her mouth, she felt the metallic cold of real handcuffs closed on her wrists behind her back. The sharp click resonated in his mind like a psychological click. She tried to keep her composure, but her heart was beating faster.

The surprise gave way to an unexpected shiver of excitement.

"You—" You're kidding? she tried, her voice trembling slightly in spite of herself.

Madame Duval smiled carnivorously and slammed a joke against her palm, coming nearer again, towering over Lexi from her full height.

"I never joke when it comes to training a cheeky little girl.

The first blow of the banter fell on Lexi's bare thigh, slashing her skin with calculated precision. A groan escaped him, more from surprise than from real pain. But already, a strange warmth was born between her legs, betraying her growing excitement.

She, the dominatrix used to controlling Marc, found herself on her knees a few seconds later, her ponytail firmly gripped by Madame Duval, subject to orders without the possibility of resisting.

Each blow of the banter punctuated his humiliation, marking his skin and his mind. But the more the evening progressed, the more Lexi felt her body give way, invaded by a wave of guilty pleasure. Being undressed, caressed, forced to lick between the thighs of such an authoritarian woman under the satisfied gaze of Duval... It was an experience she never imagined she would enjoy so much.

When Madame Duval forced her to spread her legs wider, this time handcuffing her to the armrests of the sofa, Lexi understood that she was no more than a toy in their hands.

And deep down, she loved it.

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Chapter 4: Under Control (Part Two – The Morning Ritual)

Marc was on his knees, naked, as he was every morning. But today, the atmosphere was different. He could feel it even before she opened her mouth.

Lexi approached, still wrapped in a carelessly knotted bathrobe, revealing the beginning of her breasts and the reddish trace of a mark on her thigh. This detail immediately caught Marc's attention, arousing in him a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

Her hair, loose, fell in disorder around her face. She hadn't even bothered to do her hair, as if to proudly show that she had just come back from a night... Particular.

She sat on the edge of the bed, sliding the robe a little lower over her shoulder. The key shone between her fingers as she looked at him with that cruel smile he knew all too well.

"To-day, my darling, I have a beautiful story to tell you. she murmured, playing with the lock of her cage.

She kept the suspense going, gently caressing the metal, before inserting the key slowly. The click of the lock resounded in the room like a mental boost for Marc. Her sex, as soon as it was released, reacted violently, swelling under the simple anticipation of what was to follow.

Lexi closed her hand around him, her warm, soft palm contrasting with the coldness of her words.

"Monsieur Duval did not welcome me alone last night. His wife was there. A real domineering slut. She sneered, slightly quickening her movements.

"You should have seen her face when she screwed me to my knees, ponytail in hand, like a docile little bitch."

Marc felt his breath quicken, already on the verge of excitement. But Lexi was only at the beginning.

"She handcuffed me, my love... To better spread my thighs afterwards. Each stroke of the joke made me wetter. She treated me like a whore... And you know what? I asked for more.

His fingers skilfully slid over his taut sex, alternating softness and firmness, keeping him in this unbearable balance between pleasure and fear of cumming.

"After branding me like a bitch, she forced me to lick her pussy in front of Duval..." While he was jerking off on my face. She stared straight into his eyes, her eyes shining with perversity.

"I had his wife pulling my hair while her husband squirted on my breasts.

Marc moaned, his muscles tense, on the verge of exploding. The raw vulgarity of the story, the image of Lexi submissive, used... everything was leading him to the limit.

"And you know what I did next?" she whispered, her face close to his.

"I thanked them. Because I had three times in their hands.

She suddenly tightened her grip, feeling her vibrate dangerously.

"So?" Are you going to fall for it like the little submissive you are? she whispered in his ear, her warm breath accentuating the mental torture.

"I'd like to see you end up like a wretch..." Just so I can fuck your ass tonight and force you to swallow your shit.

Marc struggled with all his might, his face tense with the effort. He knew that if he came now, punishment would be inevitable. But the pleasure had become a delicious, almost uncontrollable pain.

Lexi felt him waver, then brutally released his sex, leaving him panting, frustrated, humiliated to the highest degree.

She burst out laughing, proud of her work, and put the cage back in place with sadistic slowness. The final click sounded like a condemnation.

"It was less a... she whispered as she stood up, letting her bathrobe slide a little more, revealing the perfect curve of her bare buttocks.

Before leaving the room, she turned around one last time, her hair cascading around her satisfied face.

"Tonight I will clean up my banter." Maybe I'll use it on you, so you understand what it feels like...

Marc remained on his knees, burning with frustration, ashamed of getting hard again for his own wife's humiliating story.

And he knew that it would only take one misstep to make this threat a reality.

Chapter 5: TPI

Marc didn't know exactly what to expect that morning. Certainly, Lexi had already tied him up before, but never with this precision, this manifest intention to reduce him to the state of an object.

Lying on the bed, wrists and ankles firmly shackled, he felt the cold bite of the leather against his bare skin. The cage had been removed, but he soon understood that this "release" was only a trap. The ring gag well in his mouth prevented him from emitting anything other than muffled moans. He was vulnerable, exposed, and at the total mercy of his wife.

Lexi sat quietly next to him, still dressed in her half-open bathrobe, revealing her firm breasts and the red marks on her thighs, burning memories of her night with her boss. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun, a few strands falling in front of her face beaming with perversity.

"You know, my darling... she began, letting her fingers run along Marc's already stretched sex, ... I think you like to imagine me in the arms of Monsieur Duval.

His tone was honeyed, almost affectionate, but his gestures betrayed a much more sadistic intention.

She began a slow masturbation, her expert fingers sliding with an unbearable softness. Marc moaned behind his gag, feeling his excitement rise quickly. But that was just the beginning.

"Last night... she whispered in his ear, ... He took me like a on his desk. You would have seen his cock, very hard, very big... Nothing to do with your ridiculous little thing.

She slightly accentuated her movement, her gaze fixed on Marc's misty eyes.

"He made me twice before I even thought about holding back." And when he turned me around, he pulled me by my ponytail as he my ass.

She sneered as she felt Marc's pulsating violently under her hand.

"Oh? Does it turn you on to hear me say that? Poor little submissive...

The pace increased, and Marc felt that he was on the brink of the abyss. He tried to resist, but Lexi's crude words, her expert caresses and the vision of her half-naked body got the better of him.

In a muffled groan, he cums violently, his body tensing under the intensity of the orgasm. It was brief, but of a power he had never felt.

But Lexi... did not stop.

A carnivorous smile stretched her lips as she felt the first tense of pain on Marc's face. She continued to masturbate him, relentlessly, while his hypersensitive sex reacted with uncontrolled spasms.

"Oh... But look at you... she murmured, falsely moved. It's too early to stop, don't you think?

Marc squirmed, shaken by this post-orgasmic torture that he discovered with horror. His penis, still dripping with semen, was stimulated beyond what he could bear. The pain mixed with the residual pleasure, creating an unbearable sensation.

Lexi leaned over him, her hair brushing against his chest, and whispered in a deliciously cruel voice:

"I think you're going to learn what it's like to really suffer for your pleasure..."

She continued relentlessly, watching with fascination as the tears beaded in the corners of Marc's eyes, his body curled up as much as his bonds would allow. His stifled moans were nothing more than incoherent pleas.

Finally, after long minutes of torture, she stopped. But it wasn't over.

She retrieved his semen in her hand, then brought her soaked fingers to the lips stretched by the ring gag.

"Come on, swallow like a good little submissive..." I'm not going to dirty my sheets with your misery.

She slowly removed the gag, leaving Marc panting, breathless, still trembling from the shock of the mixed pleasure and pain.

Without thinking, out of sheer conditioning, he opened his mouth and licked his fingers, swallowing his own seed under the triumphant gaze of Lexi.

She stood up, proud, readjusting her bathrobe.

"I think I've found a new game, my love..." And believe me, next time, I won't stop so quickly.

Marc remained bound, drained, humiliated... But deep down, he knew that he was already a prisoner of this new perversion