As soon as I entered the dimly lit room, I could feel my arousal building as I caught a glimpse of my hot mistress standing by the altar, clad in leather and lace. Her seductive gaze fixed on me as she beckoned me closer, her voice dripping with lust and power. Come to me, my pet, she purred, gesturing towards the pentagram etched into the floor. I knew what was expected of me, and eagerly dropped to my knees before her. With a flick of her wrist, she commanded me to worship Baphomet, and I eagerly obeyed. As I pleasured myself, my mistress watched with hunger in her eyes, until finally she gave the order I was yearning for. Now swallow it all for your dark master, she moaned, and I eagerly complied, feeling electric pleasure as I fulfilled Baphomet’s desires. My hot mistress smiled with satisfaction as she whispered in my ear, You are a good little servant. And with that, we both collapsed onto the altar in a state of ecstasy and submission to our dark desires.