The Queen's perverse sense of humor

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"I had a happy ending today, and you seem unsatisfied. So,
stay here on this execution platform for today, and I'll untie you tomorrow morning, okay?" But how could she express her opinion when her whole body was restrained, her head was
hooked , and her mouth was sealed? The Queen didn't know if she hadn't thought much after her orgasm
or if she was doing it on purpose. Seeing that her husband didn't respond, she turned off the lights and went back to the bedroom.

In the bedroom, the Queen's heart was filled with excitement. This was going to change everything... She never thought
she would actually castrate her husband. Her genitals were wet, and she had actually said those words. It seemed
she had become even more cold-blooded.

She couldn't help but recall the scene of her training: her husband was lying on the desk, being fucked until he was a little dazed, and she
mocked him: "Hey! You slut, my waist technique is pretty good, isn't it? You weren't as brave as this queen before. This is
the result of my recent yoga classes. You should thank me, you boar!"

As she spoke, she forcefully grabbed the metal ring on her husband's hood with her right hand, lifted his left foot and placed it on the desk with her left hand,
and began to thrust rapidly like a male porn star. In the full-length mirror, her husband's limp penis swayed
violently in the air with each thrust of the "Queen." She grasped his testicles, which were restrained by the hood, and pulled them up
forcefully , thrusting her hips forward. The glans of the dildo slammed into his already swollen testicles,
causing him to ejaculate a little semen onto his thigh before collapsing limply.

Thinking of this, a tingling sensation returned to her groin.

Especially the memory of me, before her husband lost consciousness, of using those red and black high-heeled boots to press my penis against his
stomach, rolling it back and forth, muttering with disgust: "What a useless piece of trash. It seems this pig
can no achieve orgasm like a normal person. Perhaps it's time for the next step of training."

Indeed, ever since she was trained to have a masochistic constitution, even though she had recently been intentionally or unintentionally helping her husband
break his chastity lock during training, it was still very difficult for him to get an erection. Even under the intense stimulation of his waist, he could only achieve a
prostate orgasm, and the inability to ejaculate left him feeling somewhat empty. Only when his genitals were whipped, trampled, or even kicked
could he release a small amount of semen.

All of this was the result of her own training. A sense of accomplishment, a sense of satisfaction, like suddenly understanding the meaning and value of
life .

Oh, and there was one last moment. When she masturbated in front of her husband, she felt as if there was a
membrane on her genitals. There was no mistake; she had also come from being a little girl.

That membrane was indeed her hymen.

Watching from outside the illusion, I breathed a sigh of relief. Did you finally discover it? Yes, this is your
own body. The body outside the illusion, I switched it for you. I was really afraid that you would accidentally
break it in a moment of impulse.

So many unbelievable things happened today. First, the clothes, and then my hymen inexplicably
appeared .

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't understand it. The Queen, still climaxing, didn't seem to want much anymore and drifted off to sleep.

The next day in the living room, the Queen's face was familiar, yet somehow unreal. She was wearing a
purple, low-cut latex suit and matching super-high platform stiletto boots—the same pair from the night before. However,
unlike the seductive, alluring outfits she wore before training, this Queen's outfit covered her
body to the maximum extent. Except for her shoulders, upper arms, and the exposed waist and thighs, even her proud neck
was covered by the latex. If the previous Queen's outfits were meant to arouse my lust as a submissive and
convert me into a submissive, this purple latex suit, while not revealing, involuntarily made me want to submit to her
majesty —genuine obedience, not just to satisfy my twisted, perverse desires. I wondered
if the Queen was still wearing the same Queen's outfit from the night before. Judging by the size of her breasts, she was probably wearing a halter-neck Queen's outfit underneath, just like last night, without
underwear.

The queen looked so unfamiliar now, even her husband seemed to look at her as if there was a thin film between them. No matter how cruel the training had been before, there shouldn't have been such a huge sense of distance. It couldn't be an illusion; something
must have happened . Although still completely bewildered, the queen immediately sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, and coldly said, "Lick!" Her husband thought she was just in a bad mood because of her period, and that the odd behavior would pass. However, he didn't expect her to roughly grab his hair and force him to swallow her boot heel. She didn't let him off the hook, continuing to deep-throat him with her high boot, the sound of gagging echoing in the quiet living room. After a long while, he heard increasingly uncoordinated breathing behind him, and finally, she stopped . "Boar! Turn around and look at your pathetic state." Then, she pulled out a divorce agreement and said slowly and emotionlessly, "Well then, choose. From now on, it will be difficult for me to treat you as a husband anymore. I'm giving you two choices: one is to treat you like a slave, and the other is divorce." "Wife, this isn't that serious, is it? Can't we sit down and talk it over?" "Hmph! You still have the nerve to call me 'wife'? I bet you were really happy the first time you watched a Queen's film, but did you even think of me, your wife, for once? Besides, what do you mean by 'talking it out'? Do you really think you 're worthy to be on equal footing with me now? You know perfectly well that your filthy penis will never have a chance to enter my body. You only act like a lustful animal when you see my legs, drooling uncontrollably. Actually, your body is ready, you just won't admit it. Alright, enough nonsense. Don't make me completely despise you. Choose! Become my slave or get a divorce?" Unexpectedly, the Queen's attitude was so resolute. Her husband blurted out, "No, don't get a divorce!" He chose to become the Queen's slave! "Hahahaha~ How pathetic! I gave you the chance to be a human being, but you chose to be a slave. From now on you will lose the right to stand up in the house. Since you're a slave, you'll crawl! Don't worry~ When our parents come over occasionally, I'll still preserve your dignity. After all, you led me to the path of queen. So, sign this revised slave contract. After you sign, perform a self-torture act on it until you ejaculate as a form of atonement. I've never seen such a despicable way to climax before~ Hahaha!" The husband, dejected and signing with his head down, didn't notice the queen's squinting eyes from her wild laughter.

Her crescent-shaped eyes held back tears. Ultimately, the Queen loved her husband, but
the reappearance of her hymen made her feel like she was dreaming. She felt she could start over. Everything could start anew.

Watching her husband kneel on the ground, comically masochistically letting his semen flow out, the Queen's expression was indifferent,
her mood seemingly low. After putting away the contract, she roughly put a hood and collar on him, hooked a dog leash on him,
and led him to the training room. Once there, she ordered him to crawl on all fours, shackled his wrists and ankles
, placed a soft pad under his abdomen, untied the chastity belt, took out a clean 5mm urethral plug, applied some KY balm ointment, and inserted it all the way in. She seemed to see blood trickling from his penis and gasped.
The Queen immediately slapped her: "Don't forget you're a slave now! From now on, you're not allowed
to speak like a human without my permission! Did you think about my pain when you penetrated me? You dare to have an emotional affair?" "I gave you my first time,
how will you look back on me? Oh, it hurts, it's bleeding, but I still passed! Was it fun? Scream, the louder you scream, the
happier I am."

Then, after a while of thrusting and pulling, she re-locked the chastity belt. Next, the queen pulled out her husband's anal plug, put on special leather underwear over
her tight-fitting clothes , and deliberately chose a dildo in front of her husband. Finally, she chose a
size sized for a black man and attached it to the leather underwear. She spat into her palm and kept
rubbing and playing with the shiny black dildo. The egg-sized glans and the fierce shape covered with blunt barbs were chilling to look at.
However, the queen, who no longer treated him as her husband, showed a satisfied smile, walked behind him, and thrust directly into his rectum
in one breath . Then... It was a skilled, continuous hip thrust, the enormous glans relentlessly pressing against the prostate,
quickly bringing him to a prostate orgasm. However, the prostate fluid, blocked by the obstruction in his urethra, couldn't be expelled.
The queen's hands weren't idle either; each hand gripped his testicles and
began towards the urethra, only to be mercilessly blocked and flow back into the vas deferens. The sensation
was indescribable. The accumulating semen in the urethra caused the penis to swell continuously, pressing against the blunt barbs inside the chastity belt.
Finally, one of them began to howl and roar. This was certainly not the queen's: "Hahahaha~ What a useless piece of trash! Your self-respect as a human being has been
so easily shattered! Since you want to be a pig so badly, then scream louder!" "Hahaha
~~ Hahaha!"

Seeing her husband begin to collapse and overjoyed, the Queen pushed the frequency of her hip thrusts to a new height, her hands continuing
to squeeze his testicles with increasing force. His tears, snot, and saliva all mingled together as he continued
to howl like a madman. In the end, before he could no longer shed even a drop of semen, he seemed to hear the Queen's intermittent
whispers before he lost consciousness: "If everything went back to the beginning, at this moment I know you like me like this. I know
how beautiful and charming I am now. Sometimes I even get wet when I look at myself. I've fallen in love with SM, fallen in love with the Queen outfit.
Do you know what I'm wearing under this outfit today? But it's your favorite Queen outfit,
and it's also my favorite one. I'm still me..."

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