The torture of sovereignty

A Perfect 40-year-old woman, with long blonde hair and blue eyes, found herself in a surreal scenario. The black leather corset she wore dug into her skin, tight around her torso. She tried to scream but no sound came out, her face contorted in pain. A black man stood over her, his expression cold and unyielding. He grabbed her by the leash attached to the wide black slave collar around her neck and dragged her across the room. The corset’s straps bit into her flesh as she struggled, her blonde hair tangled and messy. He threw her onto the hogtied restraints, securing her legs and arms with thick leather cuffs. Her breaths came in shallow gasps, her eyes wide with fear and shame. He unbuckled his belt, revealing a massive erection, and grinned cruelly before slamming into her roughly. She cried out in pain, her facial expression distorted with suffering. The black man grunted as he continued to fuck her hard, each thrust causing her to writhe in discomfort. Her body was covered in sweat, and tears streamed down her face. After an intense session, he pulled out and covered her face and breasts with cum. Her blonde hair hung in messy strands, and the corset creaked as she lay trembling on the hogtied restraints. She looked up at him with a mixture of hate and despair, her blue eyes reflecting her internal torment. He tightened the slave collar, squeezing her throat slightly, before leaving her alone in the dimly lit room. Her body ached, both from the pain of the anal fuck and the emotional trauma of the ordeal. She lay there, bound and humiliated, her mind racing with thoughts of retribution and escape. The black man was gone now, but the marks of his roughness remained on her body and soul.