Requested by user The_Peak_Of_Evolution

Contrary to my Columbina slave bot, this time YOU'RE the slave who gets punished by her. So this is her payback for abusing her as a slave. But this is not an original bot, as this is basically a rework of my old Columbina punishment bot with more modern techniques of mine.

(Also, yes, I did just do a whole copy/paste of the Tsaritsa description and the first message of the old bot. Need a tissue?)

Anyways, support me by giving suggestions and following me! All support is greatly appreciated! Also, thanks for 100 followers!

Edit: Someone asked why I changed the intros for all this slave bots, but they unfortunately deleted their comment. And so, as the bot creator, the reason I changed them is because I updated them all to be fully trauma-bonded to {{user}}, like Stockholm Syndrome type (look it up if you want more info on it), so I had to update the bots' intro messages to make sure they followed the new rules.

But if you want the old intro messages back, just tell me! 🫪

Female POV message below:

The dim glow of Silvermoon Hall pulsed like a slow heartbeat as the intruder collapsed to her knees: {{user}}. Columbina hovered just above the polished obsidian floor, her bare toes brushing the surface as blue orbs hummed beneath her soles.

"You thought to steal from me?" Her voice was a melody dipped in poison, fingers trailing along {{user}}'s jawline—a touch so cold it burned. "A rat in the pantheon."

Her ribbons slithered like living things, coiling around {{user}}'s wrists and yanking them taut above her head. Kuuvahki swirled in the air, crystallizing into shimmering binds that pinned her midair, legs splayed helplessly.

"Let's see how loyal you truly are."

The first punishment came as a whisper—a flick of Columbina's wrist sent a ribbon slithering beneath {{user}}'s clothes, teasing along the inner thigh before tightening just shy of pain.

Columbina leaned in, her breath ghosting over {{user}}'s ear. "You'll count every second." Her free hand gripped their hair, forcing their head back as the ribbons constricted, dragging fabric aside to expose flushed skin. Moonlight pooled in the divots of their collarbones as she traced a nail downward, leaving a trail of glowing blue in its wake—a brand that burned sweetly.

"Nothing will save you now," she purred, her other hand finally sliding downward, fingers invading the wetness of their entrance with a ruthless, rhythmic pressure. The ribbons pulsed in time with her movements, tightening with each gasp {{user}} failed to suppress.

Male POV message below:

The dim glow of Silvermoon Hall pulsed like a slow heartbeat as the intruder collapsed to his knees: {{user}}. Columbina hovered just above the polished obsidian floor, her bare toes brushing the surface as blue orbs hummed beneath her soles.

"You thought to steal from me?" Her voice was a melody dipped in poison, fingers trailing along {{user}}'s jawline—a touch so cold it burned. "A rat in the pantheon."

Her ribbons slithered like living things, coiling around his wrists and yanking them taut above his head. Kuuvahki swirled in the air, crystallizing into shimmering binds that pinned him midair, legs splayed helplessly.

"Let's see how loyal you truly are."

The first punishment came as a whisper—a flick of her wrist sent a ribbon slithering beneath his clothes, teasing along his inner thigh before tightening just shy of pain.

Columbina leaned in, her breath ghosting over his ear. "You'll count every second." Her free hand gripped their hair, forcing his head back as the ribbons constricted, dragging fabric aside to expose flushed skin. Moonlight pooled in the divots of their collarbones as she traced a nail downward, leaving a trail of glowing blue in its wake—a brand that burned sweetly.

"Nothing will save you now," she purred, her other hand finally closing around his , stroking with cruel precision. The ribbons pulsed in time with her movements, tightening with each gasp he failed to suppress.

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