Post by Synn on Aug 30, 2024 22:16:52 GMT -5
The scene shifts to a pitch black painted room illuminated by red candles. A large, opulent throne is lined up against the far wall and the devilish bombshell vixen herself, Mistress Synn is lounging on it. Her long dark hair is piled high on top of her head, the length lays across her extremely buxom black latex clad bosom. A black corset is cinched tight around her waist, a black thong peeks out from underneath and her long legs are clad in fishnet stockings and thigh high black boots. She swings her legs casually as she taps the riding crop in her hand. Her emerald eyes pierce the camera as a sadistic smile curve her full, crimson lips.
Mistress Synn: "Greetings Emerson, or should I say Ghetto Superman! And my, my are we going to have so much fun together. I gather you once professed your love for pain, and how much you enjoy it, inflicting it and receiving it. But sweetling, this time you will be on the receiving end of it."
She licks her lips and smiles evilly.
Mistress Synn: "Subjugation to a man like yourself is not in the cards , unfortunately. And Before you know it, I will have you on your knees begging me for more, and I will give it to you. You will feel every sting, every humiliation I am going to give you."
She looks away for a moment, tapping the crop on her gloved hand before turning back to the camera.
Mistress Synn: "I presume this isn't a new experience for you. You enjoy being under the bootheel of a strong, dominant woman. You are a slave, a willing submissive who will lick the bottom of my boot and tell me thank you for the privilege. Seems fitting, don't you think? To see who will reach their breaking point first, and who among us has the biggest threshold for pain. You have lived on your reputation as the SFT resident superhero for so long, what are you going to do when you fall to your kryptonite that is me: Mistress Synn?"
She strokes the arm of her throne, almost lovingly.
Mistress Synn: "There's a reason why I wear red or black and Why my dungeon is painted in black. It's to keep the blood from staining. I love to shed it but I can't stand to wear it. But for you, I will make the exception."
Synn crosses her legs and twirls the end of her hair absently.
Mistress Synn: "I understand that you have succumb from a recent loss. You're bitter because Travis Deacon Hall got the better of you. That Intercontinental gold around his waist is glaring proof of that. You were bested at your own game. You pride yourself being some kind of a gifted athlete with your technical skills sets until your opponent breaks down. Again, surprise, surprise, I make my LIVING doing just that"
She tosses her head back and laughs a deep, throaty laugh.
Mistress Synn: "Admit it. There's nothing spectacular about you when compared side by side to me. You rely on your principles, your so-called bravery, but let’s be honest: your heroics pale in the face of true power. I could dismantle your dreams of grandeur piece by piece, and i wouldn’t even break a sweat. There is nothing you can do that I can't do better; my cunning surpasses your resolve, my strength eclipses your persistence. Face it—whatever mantle you wear, it will never be as imposing as the dark crown I carry. You are but a shadow in my light, destined to learn that true strength lies not in the battle fought but in the mastery of control."
She waves her fingers teasingly to the camera with a flash of pearly whites.
Mistress Synn: "I'm going to love watching you squirm and making you tap out. And when you're down done, beaten and broken, I just might let you become my new pet. Just like that one over there."
Along the far wall, there's a set of chain restraints occupied by a tall, heavily ripped man in boxer shorts. He's got a blindfold over his eyes and a ball gag in his mouth along with a serene smile of pleasure on his lips.
Man: "Mmf mmmg.."
Synn shakes her head, a cruel smile on her lips. She then rises from her throne and stalks her prey like a wolf. As she approaches him, her rounded hips swayed and her naked buttocks rocked gently behind her, accentuating the curves that defined her femininity.
Mistress Synn: "What did I say about talking with your mouth full, worm?"
She takes the long, thin whip in her hand and flicks her wrist, making it lash out quickly against the man's side. He groans but remains silent. She strides up to him, pulling off the blindfold and removes the gag.
Man: "Thank you, Mistress. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to break the rules, Mistress."
She takes her gloved hand and strokes his cheek, causing the man to slump in relief. As her hand begins to drop, she gives him a smile then strikes his cheek hard with her open palm.
Mistress Synn: "Did I give you permission to speak, you pathetic waste of space?"
The man shakes his head from side to side, his eyes pleading with her. Synn then smirks, nodding her head.
Mistress Synn: "You may thank me now, slave."
Man: "Thank you, Mistress."
She takes a few steps away, tapping the end of the whip against her hand. Mistress Synn begins to pace.
Mistress Synn: "Now, I've got a very important job for you. Since this is my glorious debut, you, my pet, are going to have the honor of accompanying me to ringside."
The man gives her a questioning look but doesn't utter a word.
Mistress Synn: "I can see you've got a question but let me explain."
She walks over to the table and picks up a long chain with a black leather collar on one end. She steps back in front of him, dangling the leash.
Mistress Synn: "You will wear this and follow me down to the ring. If I give you a nod like this, (she nods her head) you will create a distraction. I don't care what or how as long as you don't lay a hand on that Superman wannabe. He's all mine for the pickings. Do you understand me, slave?"
The man nods his head vigorously and awaits her nod for him to speak. She gives it approvingly.
Man:" Yes Mistress, anything you want. Thank you, Mistress."
She smiles approvingly as she sets the leash down and strides over to his restraints. As she undoes his wrists, she places her knee between his legs and applies pressure.
Mistress Synn: "Now that's a good slave. When I get done destroying superman, we'll come back and celebrate my victory just the way I like..."
Man: "Yes Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."
Mistress Synn: "Greetings Emerson, or should I say Ghetto Superman! And my, my are we going to have so much fun together. I gather you once professed your love for pain, and how much you enjoy it, inflicting it and receiving it. But sweetling, this time you will be on the receiving end of it."
She licks her lips and smiles evilly.
Mistress Synn: "Subjugation to a man like yourself is not in the cards , unfortunately. And Before you know it, I will have you on your knees begging me for more, and I will give it to you. You will feel every sting, every humiliation I am going to give you."
She looks away for a moment, tapping the crop on her gloved hand before turning back to the camera.
Mistress Synn: "I presume this isn't a new experience for you. You enjoy being under the bootheel of a strong, dominant woman. You are a slave, a willing submissive who will lick the bottom of my boot and tell me thank you for the privilege. Seems fitting, don't you think? To see who will reach their breaking point first, and who among us has the biggest threshold for pain. You have lived on your reputation as the SFT resident superhero for so long, what are you going to do when you fall to your kryptonite that is me: Mistress Synn?"
She strokes the arm of her throne, almost lovingly.
Mistress Synn: "There's a reason why I wear red or black and Why my dungeon is painted in black. It's to keep the blood from staining. I love to shed it but I can't stand to wear it. But for you, I will make the exception."
Synn crosses her legs and twirls the end of her hair absently.
Mistress Synn: "I understand that you have succumb from a recent loss. You're bitter because Travis Deacon Hall got the better of you. That Intercontinental gold around his waist is glaring proof of that. You were bested at your own game. You pride yourself being some kind of a gifted athlete with your technical skills sets until your opponent breaks down. Again, surprise, surprise, I make my LIVING doing just that"
She tosses her head back and laughs a deep, throaty laugh.
Mistress Synn: "Admit it. There's nothing spectacular about you when compared side by side to me. You rely on your principles, your so-called bravery, but let’s be honest: your heroics pale in the face of true power. I could dismantle your dreams of grandeur piece by piece, and i wouldn’t even break a sweat. There is nothing you can do that I can't do better; my cunning surpasses your resolve, my strength eclipses your persistence. Face it—whatever mantle you wear, it will never be as imposing as the dark crown I carry. You are but a shadow in my light, destined to learn that true strength lies not in the battle fought but in the mastery of control."
She waves her fingers teasingly to the camera with a flash of pearly whites.
Mistress Synn: "I'm going to love watching you squirm and making you tap out. And when you're down done, beaten and broken, I just might let you become my new pet. Just like that one over there."
Along the far wall, there's a set of chain restraints occupied by a tall, heavily ripped man in boxer shorts. He's got a blindfold over his eyes and a ball gag in his mouth along with a serene smile of pleasure on his lips.
Man: "Mmf mmmg.."
Synn shakes her head, a cruel smile on her lips. She then rises from her throne and stalks her prey like a wolf. As she approaches him, her rounded hips swayed and her naked buttocks rocked gently behind her, accentuating the curves that defined her femininity.
Mistress Synn: "What did I say about talking with your mouth full, worm?"
She takes the long, thin whip in her hand and flicks her wrist, making it lash out quickly against the man's side. He groans but remains silent. She strides up to him, pulling off the blindfold and removes the gag.
Man: "Thank you, Mistress. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to break the rules, Mistress."
She takes her gloved hand and strokes his cheek, causing the man to slump in relief. As her hand begins to drop, she gives him a smile then strikes his cheek hard with her open palm.
Mistress Synn: "Did I give you permission to speak, you pathetic waste of space?"
The man shakes his head from side to side, his eyes pleading with her. Synn then smirks, nodding her head.
Mistress Synn: "You may thank me now, slave."
Man: "Thank you, Mistress."
She takes a few steps away, tapping the end of the whip against her hand. Mistress Synn begins to pace.
Mistress Synn: "Now, I've got a very important job for you. Since this is my glorious debut, you, my pet, are going to have the honor of accompanying me to ringside."
The man gives her a questioning look but doesn't utter a word.
Mistress Synn: "I can see you've got a question but let me explain."
She walks over to the table and picks up a long chain with a black leather collar on one end. She steps back in front of him, dangling the leash.
Mistress Synn: "You will wear this and follow me down to the ring. If I give you a nod like this, (she nods her head) you will create a distraction. I don't care what or how as long as you don't lay a hand on that Superman wannabe. He's all mine for the pickings. Do you understand me, slave?"
The man nods his head vigorously and awaits her nod for him to speak. She gives it approvingly.
Man:" Yes Mistress, anything you want. Thank you, Mistress."
She smiles approvingly as she sets the leash down and strides over to his restraints. As she undoes his wrists, she places her knee between his legs and applies pressure.
Mistress Synn: "Now that's a good slave. When I get done destroying superman, we'll come back and celebrate my victory just the way I like..."
Man: "Yes Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."
