Caught in the act: A POV punishment for self-pleasure

In a daring act of self-pleasure, I found myself in the throes of ecstasy when an unexpected interruption shattered my intimate moment. The culprit? My dominate partner, who had been keeping a watchful eye on me. Seizing the opportunity to assert her dominance, she subjected me to a stern punishment, her words laced with a seductive promise.The garage, usually a sanctuary for our most private moments, became a stage for her dominance. She commanded me to remain still, her eyes burning with anticipation as she took control of my pleasure, dictating every stroke and pull, her voice a whip cracking through the darkness. The sight of her, her power evident in every command, was both arousing and terrifying.Despite the punishment, the sensation of her touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, making it impossible to resist. The experience, a blend of dominance and pleasure, left me breathless and yearning for more. The garage, once a sanctuary, had become a playground for our most intense desires.