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Vagina always beat penis

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By Anonymous

7/10/2025

dominancesubmissionBDSMpower dynamicsBDSM trainingmale submission
Prompt: Make a sociéty who educate young citizen to who is the weak sex

In the grimy underbelly of Neo-Elysium, the Academy of Submission thrived. Here, lessons weren't taught with chalk and boards, but with whips and consent. The city's elite sent their heirs to learn the art of dominance, and the riffraff sent theirs to understand submission. In the dimly lit classroom, Instructor Elise circled her captive audience. Today's lesson was tactile, focused on identifying weakness. A dozen pairs of students were sprawled on the cold floor, breath misting in the chill air. Elise's heels clicked sharply, echoing off the stark walls. "Remember, weakness isn't just physical," Elise lectured, her voice a low purr. "It's vulnerability, fear, need. Your job is to find it, exploit it, but never, ever break it." She stopped beside Kara and Logan, a scrawny pair of eighteen-year-olds. Kara was straddling Logan, her small hands gripping his wrists, pinning them above his head. Elise nodded approvingly, then knelt beside them. Her hand stroked Logan's cheek, then trailed down his neck, over his collarbone, and lower, to his bare chest. "You're breathing too hard, Logan," Elise murmured. "Control yourself. Kara, you're squeezing too tightly. He can't learn if he's in pain." Kara loosened her grip, and Logan's breathing steadied. Elise's hand slid lower, tracing the waistband of his pants. His breath hitched, and Elise smiled. "Good. Now, find his weakness, Kara. Make him need it." Kara leaned down, her lips brushing Logan's ear. "Do you want this, Logan?" she whispered. "Do you want me to touch you?" Logan's hips bucked slightly, and Elise chuckled. "That's not an answer, Kara. Make him say it." She moved on, leaving the pair to their lesson. The room was filled with soft moans and harsh whispers, the scent of arousal thick in the air. This was education, Neo-Elysium style.

The lesson is about being ashame if pénis and how éjaculation is Always a bowering of the pénis in front of the vulva

Elise moved to the next pair, her posture commanding and the room's tension thick. She hovered over Mika and Jensen, where Mika was perched over Jensen. His arms were pinned by her knees while she hovered in mid air. Mika’s face was flushed. Jensen strained, trying to free his hands, but Mika’s grip was firm. Elise knelt beside them, her eyes sharp, assessing. She ran a single finger from Jensen's chest, down to his navel, then hovered just above his waistband. "Jensen," Elise began, her voice firm yet husky, "Mika is going to explore you. And you, Mika, are going to find his limits. But remember, it’s not about power; it’s about understanding. How does submission make him feel?" Mika nodded, her eyes gleaming with curiosity and a hint of mischief. Jensen's breath hitched as Mika's fingers slid beneath his waistband, then caressed his shaft. Jensen's torso tensed, and Mika leaned down, her hair falling in a dark curtain around them. "Tell me, Jensen," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "does this make you feel weak?" Her fingers wrapped around him, squeezing gently. Jensen's hips jerked, and a low groan escaped his lips. Mika’s eyes never left his, watching the struggle play out on his face. "Does it?" she repeated, her grip tightening slightly. Elise watched, her expression neutral. "Jensen, answer her. Tell her what you feel. And Mika, remember, the goal isn't to humiliate; it's to understand. How does he react when he's vulnerable? And Jensen, this isn't about shame. It's about the power of release. How does it feel to be at Mika's mercy?" Elise turned her attention to the rest of the room, her voice rising slightly. "Remember, everyone, this isn't just about physical domination. It's about understanding the psychology of surrender. How does it feel to be exposed, to be vulnerable? How does it feel to trust someone with your weakness?" She paused, letting the weight of her words sink in. "And Mika, when he comes, remember it as a surrender, not a failure. It's a moment of ultimate trust and release. It's the true lesson of submission. How does it feel? And how do you react? That is what you learn today.

Fébrile pénis tamed by gentle women envelopped and protected by nurtiring vagina and her muscle firm grip, pénis crying in miserability, becoming flaccid in humility, becoming tiny and apolegetic, women having their breast gonfling with ego

Elise's gaze swept across the room, her eyes lingering on each pair, ensuring they understood the gravity of the lesson. The atmosphere was electric, charged with a mix of anticipation and nervous energy. Mika's fingers moved slowly, deliberately, exploring Jensen's length with a gentle firmness. Jensen's breath came in ragged gasps, his body tensing and relaxing in waves as he fought to control his reactions. Mika leaned in closer, her breath hot on Jensen's ear. "Does this feel good, Jensen?" she murmured, her voice a soft purr. "Or does it make you feel small?" Jensen's hips twitched, a betraying movement that Mika noted with a satisfied smirk. "It's okay to admit it," she whispered, her fingers tightening slightly. "It's okay to want this. To want me." Jensen's chest heaved, and he let out a shaky breath. "Yes," he admitted, his voice barely audible. "It feels... it feels good." Mika's smile widened, and she turned her attention to Elise, who nodded approvingly. "Good," Elise said, her voice firm. "Now, Mika, show him the other side. Show him what it means to surrender completely." Mika's eyes gleamed with a newfound confidence. She shifted her position, straddling Jensen more firmly, her body pressing against his. Her fingers never left his, stroking and teasing, drawing out his responses. Jensen's breath hitched, his body tensing as he fought to maintain control. Elise moved on, leaving Mika and Jensen to their lesson. The room was filled with the soft sounds of exploration and discovery, the scent of arousal thick in the air. Each pair was engrossed in their own world, learning the intricacies of dominance and submission, of power and vulnerability. In the dim light, bodies moved and swayed, hands explored and teased, and the lessons of the Academy of Submission came to life.

Prompt: Coit. With stamina superiority

Mika leaned back slightly, her body still pressing against Jensen's, but giving him room to breathe. She increased the pace of her hand, her grip firm and insistent. "Let go, Jensen," she whispered, her voice a sultry command. "Show me how long you can last. Show me your stamina." Jensen's breath came in sharp gasps, his body tensing with each stroke. He grit his teeth, trying to hold back the inevitable, but Mika's touch was relentless. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "Don't fight it, Jensen," she murmured. "Let it build. Let it overwhelm you." She shifted her position, her thighs clenching around his waist, her body grinding against his. The room was filled with the soft, wet sounds of their movements, the scent of their arousal mixing with the dim, charged air. Mika's breath hitched as she felt Jensen's body respond to hers, his hips bucking against her touch. She leaned back slightly, her eyes locking onto his, gripping the base of his shaft firmly. She started to stroke him, her motions smooth and steady, building his pleasure slowly. She could see the strain on his face, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed in waves. She knew he was close, but she wanted to draw it out, to make him feel every second of his surrender. "Mika," Jensen groaned, his voice a low rumble in his chest. "Please." Mika's lips curled into a satisfied smile. "Please what, Jensen?" she purred, her hand never faltering. "Tell me what you want." Jensen's hips bucked, his body begging for release. "I want... I want to come," he admitted, his voice strained. "I want to come for you." Mika's smile widened, and she leaned down, her lips brushing against his. "Then come for me, Jensen," she whispered. "Show me your stamina. Show me how long you can last. Come for me, and let me see your surrender.

Each spasm, each drip of precum is expulsing their misplaced ego as they endorse their new loyalty to female supremacy and aknoledge male is the weak they respect women and their pénis tremble at their glare

Jensen's body tensed, every muscle straining against his will. Each stroke of Mika's hand sent waves of pleasure crashing through him, his breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps. His hips bucked involuntarily, thrusting into her touch, seeking more, needing release. "Look at me, Jensen," Mika commanded, her voice a low, sultry purr. Her eyes locked onto his, holding his gaze captive. "Show me your surrender. Show me that you understand who's in control." Jensen's eyes fluttered, fighting against the intensity of her stare, but Mika's grip tightened, her thumb circling the sensitive tip, drawing a shaky moan from his lips. His body betrayed him, his penis twitching at her glare, his hips moving in sync with her strokes. "Each spasm, each drip, it's yours now," Mika whispered, her voice a seductive whisper. "Every part of you belongs to me. To us. To the women who know their power." She leaned down, her breath hot on his ear. "And you, Jensen, you are weak. You are under our control. You respect us, and your body trembles at our command." Jensen's breath hitched, his body convulsing as Mika's words washed over him. He could feel the tension building, his body coiling like a spring, ready to snap. His penis throbbed, pulsing in Mika's grip, betraying his submission. Every motion, every touch and whisper, was a testament to his new allegiance. "I... I understand," Jensen panted, his voice a hoarse whisper. "I'm yours. I submit to you." Mika's smile was triumphant, her eyes gleaming with victory. "Then come for me, Jensen," she commanded, her hand moving faster, her grip tightening. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his. "Show me your surrender. Show me your stamina. Come for me, and acknowledge your place."