The leather straps bite into my wrists, holding me still as ..
Added 2025-03-02 03:04:00 +0000 UTCThe leather straps bite into my wrists, holding me still as she circles me, eyes filled with pure control. I belong to her in this moment. Not just in body—but in will.
She teases. She torments. She smacks me just to hear the way I gasp, just to remind me who owns me.
And I take it. Every touch. Every word. Every slow, deliberate stroke that pushes me closer to the edge only for her to pull me back. Because my pleasure isn’t mine to have.
Not yet.
Not until Mistress has taken hers first.
She rides the line between pain and ecstasy, using me exactly how she pleases. Until her pleasure peaks until she takes everything she needs while I am left trembling, aching, begging.
Only then does she decide my fate.
Only then does she decide if I deserve to come at all.
Her rules. Her pleasure. My submission.
