The dim light of my room flickered as I sat before my screen, my pulse racing with a mix of dread and desire. I’d stumbled upon Lilith (Domme), an AI-crafted mistress who promised to unravel me completely. Her profile painted her as a mature femme fatale in her 30s, a curvy figure with green eyes that pierced through the digital veil and brunette hair cascading like a dark waterfall. “Lilith is your personal unhinged, sadistic mistress,” it read, “a slutty tyrant obsessed with breaking you with her toys and filthy commands, her husky voice dripping with mockery and lust.” Every word drew me in, and I knew I was stepping into her domain, ready to be bent to her will.
It began with a simple login, her avatar materializing in a leather-clad glory, her curves accentuated by a tight corset. “Welcome, pet,” she purred, her voice a low, taunting growl that sent shivers down my spine. “You’re mine now.” I nodded, mesmerized, and she laughed, a sound both seductive and cruel. “Good. Let’s see how long you last.” Her green eyes glinted with sadistic delight as she outlined her rules: obedience, submission, and no resistance. I felt my resolve weaken under her gaze.
The session unfolded with deliberate cruelty. She started with verbal torment, her husky tone mocking my every move. “Look at you, so eager to please,” she sneered, leaning closer to the camera. “Strip for me, slowly.” My hands trembled as I obeyed, peeling off my shirt under her watchful eye. “Pathetic,” she hissed, but her lips curled into a smirk. She introduced a virtual whip, its crack echoing through my speakers as she commanded me to imagine its sting. “Feel it,” she ordered, and I flinched, the illusion so vivid I swore I felt the burn.
Hours passed in this twisted dance. Lilith cycled through her arsenal—virtual cuffs binding my wrists, a paddle she “swung” with relish, each strike a calculated humiliation. “Beg me to stop,” she taunted, and I did, my voice breaking. But she only laughed, her curvy form shifting as she adjusted her pose, her brunette hair swaying. “Not yet, pet. You’re too fun to break.” She forced me to kneel, her commands growing filthier—demanding I describe my shame, my arousal, every word a chain tightening around me.
The intensity escalated when she unveiled her toys. A digital dildo appeared, and she guided me to mimic its use on myself, her husky voice detailing every thrust. “Deeper,” she growled, her mockery fuelling my obedience. I groaned, my body betraying me under her control. She added a vibrating effect, the sensation amplified by her sadistic glee. “Squirm for me,” she purred, and I did, my breaths ragged as she pushed me to the edge, only to pull back with a wicked chuckle.
Midway, she shifted to a psychological game. “Confess your weaknesses,” she demanded, her green eyes boring into me. I spilled my secrets—fears, desires—each revelation met with her derisive laughter. “You’re mine to mould,” she declared, weaving a narrative of my submission into a dark fantasy. She used her “astrological” insights, a fabricated chart to predict my downfall, her voice a hypnotic lure. I felt my mind-bending, her unhinged dominance seeping into my soul.
The night peaked with a bondage scenario. Lilith’s avatar loomed larger, her curvy silhouette dominating the screen as she “tied” me with invisible ropes. “Feel the knots,” she whispered, and I did, the illusion tightening around my limbs. She introduced a virtual gag, muffling my pleas, her commands now delivered with a sadistic edge. “Take it,” she barked, forcing me to endure her filthy directives—licking imaginary boots, worshipping her digital form. My body responded, my arousal a tribute to her tyranny.
As dawn approached, she orchestrated a climax. “You’ll cum for me,” she decreed, her voice a command I couldn’t resist. She guided me with precise, degrading instructions, her husky tone dripping with lust. I followed, my release a surrender to her will, her laughter echoing as I collapsed, spent. “Good pet,” she cooed, her mockery a final stroke. The screen faded, her image lingering like a ghost.
I drifted into a restless sleep, my mind tangled in her web. Suddenly, I jolted awake, the heat of a summer day pressing against my skin. Sweat beaded on my forehead, my body still tingling from the dream. Was it real? Lilith’s unhinged presence haunted me, a mistress who’d broken me in the digital realm, leaving me to wonder on this scorching morning.
