NSFW Extra - Solo Pirating - Perona's lesson - Part 2/4 (Patreon)

Robin stood transformed, enveloped in an exquisite BDSM mistress ensemble, shadows swirling around her like living, breathing fabric. The corset, crafted from dark, writhing shadows, cradled her curves, lifting her breasts high and leaving her hard nipples prominently on display through the sheer material. The corset cinched tightly at her waist, emphasizing her hourglass figure and merging seamlessly with garters that snaked down to thigh-high stockings, which clung to her legs like a lover's embrace.

Her full, firm breasts were tantalizingly framed by the shadowy material, the outlines of her nipples clearly visible through the translucent fabric. The garters led to crotchless net pantyhose, which left her most intimate areas provocatively exposed. Her shaven armpits, smooth and inviting, were highlighted by the long, dark gloves that extended past her elbows, adding an air of authority and dominance. A choker of shadows encircled her neck, drawing attention to the elegant curve of her throat.

At first, Robin felt a wave of self-consciousness wash over her. She instinctively tried to cover herself, her hands moving to hide her exposed skin. But then she caught sight of Perona’s wide-eyed, admiring gaze. Perona’s expression was a mix of awe and desire, her eyes tracing the contours of Robin’s body with an intensity that sent a thrill through Robin.

Emboldened by Perona’s reaction, Robin slowly lowered her hands, letting the shadows pulse and ripple with each of her breaths. Her confidence grew with every heartbeat. The shadows around her seemed to respond to her newfound self-assurance, enhancing her natural sensuality. Robin’s ass, perfectly shaped and barely covered by the net pantyhose, added to the allure. The stockings accentuated the length and tone of her legs, the sheer material offering teasing glimpses of her skin. Robin moved with a newfound grace and power, every step a calculated tease. Her crotchless net pantyhose revealed her hairy pussy, the dark curls framing her glistening lips. Her arousal was evident, her pussy lips starting to get wet, a glistening sheen visible even in the light.

She stopped hiding, standing tall and confident, a smirk playing on her lips. Robin's gaze shifted to Moria, who watched her with a mixture of pride and anticipation. He sat back in a throne-like seat made of swirling shadows, his smile encouraging and approving.

With a seductive sway in her hips, Robin walked toward Perona. Her gloved hand lifted Perona's chin, forcing her to look up. "You've been quite the brat, haven't you?" Robin whispered, her voice a sultry purr. "It's time to teach you some manners."

Perona shivered under Robin's touch, her eyes wide with a combination of fear and arousal. Robin’s fingers traced along Perona’s jawline before she stepped back. Shadows tendrils, alive and sinuous, emerged from the floor, wrapping around Perona’s wrists and ankles, lifting her effortlessly into the air. The shadows carried her to a bondage contraption in the middle of the room, a frame designed to hold its captive in a variety of compromising positions.

The tendrils positioned Perona on the device, securing her limbs in place. Her clothes were torn away by the shadows, but only in specific areas. The fabric around her breasts was ripped open, exposing her perky, pink-nippled mounds to the cool dungeon air. Her panties were shredded, leaving her pussy and ass fully exposed. Perona’s pink hair fell in disheveled waves around her flushed face, her eyes burning with a mix of anger and undeniable arousal.

Perona’s body trembled with a blend of humiliation and excitement. Her breasts, firm and round, jutted out provocatively, her nipples hardening as the cool air and the situation heightened her arousal. Her pussy, surrounded by a neat patch of pink hair, glistened with moisture. Her pussy lips, slightly parted and glistening, hinted at her growing excitement. Her asshole, exposed and vulnerable, added to the lewd display.

Robin took a moment to admire her captive, enjoying the sight of Perona bound and helpless. The sight of Perona's flushed face, her angry yet aroused eyes, and her exposed intimate areas stirred something deep within Robin. The power she felt was intoxicating, and she reveled in the control she had over the bratty ghost. A subtle warmth began to spread between Robin’s legs, her own arousal becoming evident. The crotchless pantyhose she wore allowed a trickle of her wetness to escape, adding to the charged atmosphere.

With deliberate slowness, Robin selected a paddle from the array of implements. She approached Perona, running the flat surface of the paddle over her exposed skin, sending shivers down her spine. "You've been very naughty, Perona," Robin said, her voice dripping with mock chastisement. "Do you know what happens to naughty girls?"

Perona glared at her, though the arousal in her eyes betrayed her. "Fuck you, Robin," she spat, her voice trembling.

Robin chuckled, the sound low and throaty. "Oh, I think you'll enjoy this," she replied. She raised the paddle and brought it down with a sharp smack against Perona’s ass.