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A Domme has perfected her technique of breaking and training men.

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"Show me what you're made of," Tariq said in a challenging tone, as he leaned against the Saint Andrew's Cross. Held to the X-shaped wooden cross by firm restraints, he turned around as much as he could, a wicked smirk on his handsome face. Nadia looked at Tariq, admiring his muscular, sexy and very masculine body. Damn that man has a nice ass, Nadia thought admiringly.

"Be careful what you wish for," Nadia said, grinning mischievously as she flexed her arm, and brought the crimson and black flogger onto Tariq's back, taking care to avoid his kidneys. As she began whooping his back and buttocks with the flogger, Tariq endured it all stoically. Most of the other guys she'd played with had demonstrated some endurance, but none could match Tariq's stoicism. In spite of herself, Nadia was impressed.

"Is that all you got, Nadia? My grams hits harder than that," Tariq turned around to say in a teasing voice, smirking at her. Nadia frowned, trying not to smile. Something about Tariq's fearless smile and candor always got to her. Of course, as a dominatrix, Nadia could tolerate no affront to her authority and it was her duty to punish this charming but insolent sub...

"Is that so? Shut the fuck up, Tariq," Nadia said, in her "Domme" voice, and Tariq, noticing the change in her tone and demeanor, fell silent. Smiling wickedly, Nadia went to town on Tariq, lashing out at his back, shoulders, legs and buttocks with the flogger. Indeed, she beat his ass until it was black and blue. After a while, Tariq began to moan and groan, and those moans and groans soon turned into full-fledged screams. Nadia smiled with satisfaction, then whipped him some more...

"Red," Tariq muttered, and Nadia stopped as soon as she heard the safe word. Swiftly she undid his bindings, then caught Tariq, who seemed a bit wobbly on his feet. Nadia half-supported, half-carried him to a nearby couch, where she sat him down. Tariq sat down and exhaled loudly. Nadia grabbed a nearby chair, sat down a couple of meters from Tariq and looked at him carefully. Tariq complained about his thirst and Nadia offered him a glass of water, before laying a blanket on him.

"How do you feel?" Nadia asked cautiously, and Tariq smiled and assured her that he felt great. For a long moment, they sat there, looking at each other. Then, true to form, Tariq spoke of his experience, going on and on about the awesomeness and the intensity of it. Nadia smiled at Tariq, pleased to see that he did enjoy himself during their session.

"Nadia, you're day dreaming again, love," Tariq said, his laughter snatching Nadia out of her little trip down memory lane. Blinking in surprise, Nadia looked at the smiling Tariq, and shook her head. Dammit, he's doing it again, Nadia thought. The brother's mere presence had a way of affecting her. Just thinking about Tariq and that taut, sexy body of his could make Nadia forget herself...

"Tariq, every time I see you I feel like kissing you and smacking you, for being so cute and so damn irritating," Nadia blurted out, and Tariq smiled and shrugged. He was still smiling when Nadia grabbed him by the collar, and all but shoved him against the wall. Before he could get a word in edgewise, Nadia kissed Tariq full and deep. Surprised, he nevertheless put his arms around her and embraced her.

"I've missed you too," Tariq said, once they came up for air, and Nadia grinned, and then, they returned to the same couch where they had their heart-to-heart, post-session, not too long ago. Tariq sat down and Nadia sat on his lap, grinning as she felt him harden under her. Tariq's eager hands caressed her thick, round ass, and he nodded appreciatively.

"I see the Ass Man has really missed me," Nadia said, smiling, and she winced as Tariq gave her big ass a firm slap.

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