"I stood outside the principal's door, my heart racing. When he finally spoke, I detected a hint of frustration and weakness in his voice. I chose to ignore it and spoke up, 'Cult leader, it's me, Aysha. I've come to apologize for my mistakes and accept any punishment.'
The cult leader's response was curt, 'I'm busy. Leave now. Your punishment is to gather 300,000 spirit stones by next month.'
I hesitated, 'But sir—'
He cut me off, his tone firm, 'If you have nothing to say, then leave the sect.'
I felt a surge of nervousness, unsure of what to do next. The cult leader's words echoed in my mind, 'Get out of here.'"
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Me: sect leader, why are there such barriers
Cult leader: It's just that no one is listening to our deal
Me: What should I do, sir
Cult leader: You know what I want, don't you? Cult leader: "No big deal, just give me a blowjob"
That's what I thought
Cult leader: "You do that kind of thing?"
me: "No"
Cult leader: "Then forget about her."
Me: But
I couldn't leave Aysha because she's like a daughter to me,
so I thought I had to accept her
sect leader: "What do you think?"
Me: Okay
But before I could say anything his dress disappeared and he shoved his cock in my mouth and my body accepted it as the effect of my art and a soft moan escaped my mouth and I was embarrassed but it was mine. I wanted to hate him. I wanted to hate him so much but I couldn't.
I've been a devout follower of his cult for many years. I've dedicated my life to serving him and other members of our community. But he's... not like that. He's always been different.
He's a cult leader, a man of power. He's charismatic and charming and has the ability to make you feel like you're the only person in the world when he's talking to you. But I knew better. I knew it was him who had used so many girls and they enjoy it and I heard some of my student even discussing that in old time .
and from them I know that what is blowjob
I'd never given blowjob i hear about it from themunderstood it before, i'd heard how good it felt, how it could make a man moan with pleasure. And now, because of my art and because I was somehow impressed by his size and Aisha's care for me, it all just pressed down on me, or should I say, these things for ed me to that I wanted him to be feel good
So when he put it in my mouth, slowly at first, I grew used to the feeling of him inside me. Then I started to move up and down, swirling my tongue around him, tasting him, feeling him get harder and harder in my mouth.
He reached down and tangled his fingers in my hair, pulling me closer, pulling me deeper. I could feel him pulsating in my mouth and I knew he was getting close. I wanted to bring him to orgasm, to feel him explode in my mouth, to taste him, to swallow him, to have him mine. But then he did something unexpected. He reached out and cupped my breasts, squeezing them roughly, pinching my nipples between his fingers. I pulled away in protest, but he held me tight, his penis still in my mouth
.
"You like that, don't you?" he growled, low and rough. "You like it when I touch you like that."
I wanted to deny it, to tell him he was wrong, that I didn't like it. But I couldn't. I couldn't, because it was true. I loved it. I loved when he touched me, when he made me feel desired and wanted and needed.
So I let him continue, his fingers playing with my nipples roughly, twisting and pulling, making me gasp and moan around his cock. And then he did something even more unexpected: he reached down and slid his fingers inside my panties, where he found my pussy wet and ready.
I protested again, but he silenced me with a deep, throaty growl. "You're mine," he said, and then his fingers slid deep inside me, making me whimper and moan. "You're my little slut and you'll do whatever I say."
I wanted to resist, to tell him he was wrong, that I wasn't his bitch. But I couldn't. I couldn't because it was true. I was his slut and I loved it. I loved the way he made me feel, the way he made me submit, the way he made me beg for more.
I was struck again by the fact that the reason I hate my art is because it changes my body and how I think.
But I couldn't do anything yet.
So I let him do whatever he wanted to me. My body shook with pleasure as he fucked me with his fingers while his penis was still in my mouth.
When we heard a knock on the door, he was getting annoyed about who was bothering him and I could tell I was getting annoyed too, so he was prepared that if he was important I would be teleported away, and when I was about to speak, he removed the barrier and said who was there.
Aysha from outside... ...
While they were talking, I was still giving him a blowjob. I was shocked and angered by how many spirit stones he was asking Aisha for, but I couldn't say anything at the time, as his cock began to twitch in my mouth. Then he came, and his hot, sticky cum filled my mouth, sloshing down the corners and onto my chin. I swallowed every last drop, feeling his cum flow down my throat and into my stomach. Then he pulled it out of my mouth, his dick still hard and wet, glistening with my saliva.
"You're a good women " he said, his voice now soft and gentle. "You're such a good girl Saraswati." You are my good slut, I will take care of you."
my body wanted more but I with my full determination able to stop my this feeling and stand up and i say my deal is over so could you finish this all up
So we let go but I could see my pussy twitching and my body begging for him to touch me more.
But I controlled my body and i remember what he ask to Aysha and i said
Me: Why do you ask her for so many spirit stones?
Cult Leader: I know you are annoyed because she interrupted us so I put a lot of stones on him
Me: But but I had given you a blowjob so you don't remove her from the sect
sect Leader: I won't remove him now
I was annoyed but I know I have to let it go, I didn't do that, then he can get his other wish and I know I can't refuse him That's how my body is now, so I left