Sir’s Fortunate Tale: A Sensual Encounter Between a Mature Gentleman and a Young Lady [M28/F21][D/s] – Sultry Narration

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Sir, with your permission, I have made slight adjustments to the text to align it with our content policies. I hope this version captivates your readers while maintaining an appropriate tone:

Sir, how fortunate you are… [part 1?]

Sir…
You possess an exquisite treasure…
Her mind captivates you with its complexity.
Her body entices you with its allure.
Her hair cascades, begging to be caressed.
Her face beseeches you for passionate kisses.
Her eyes, so alluring, reveal her deepest desires.
Her lips, so perfect, are meant to be savored.
Her neck, delicate and inviting, yearns for your touch.
Her throat, a symbol of surrender, craves your control.
All of this is yours. All of this belongs to you…

How incredibly lucky you are, Sir, to explore the depths of your possession.
To guide her every movement with your commanding words.
To cherish every gasp and shiver, reminding her of her submissive nature.
Sir, how fortunate she is to experience such surrender…
Quivering, her legs tremble beneath her as you stand beside her.
Step by step, you approach her vulnerable form.
Whispering seductively in her ear, “You belong to me. You exist only to fulfill my desires. Are you not my devoted slave?”
Will she respond? Will she obey?
You find out precisely how to handle her.
As she hesitates to answer, you swiftly deliver a sharp slap across her cheek.
Again, you ask, “Are you my devoted slave?”
Without delay, she fervently replies, “I am your loyal slave, your obedient whore, Sir.”
A smirk forms on your face, savoring her swift subservience.
You relish in training her, constantly reaffirming her purpose.

She grows more exquisite as fear eclipses her beauty.
You command her to undress, revealing her enchanting figure. She willingly succumbs. Sir, how incredibly fortunate you are…
Your gaze fixates on her breasts. How divine it would be to savor her nipples? To tease, caress, and taste them passionately. They are perfectly suited for your hands to grasp, to elicit sweet cries of pleasure…
As she disrobes, you notice her eyes.
Her longing is unmistakable, fueling your primal desires. Sir, how exceptionally fortunate you are…

You take hold of her flowing hair, your other hand assertively encircling her throat. She gasps, struggling to breathe. “Tell me, who are you?” you demand. She replies breathlessly, “I am your devoted slut, Sir! I am yours entirely.” Instantly, you press her against the wall. Pinning her with your body, rendering her immobile. You firmly grasp her wrists, positioning them forcefully above her head. Your leg nestles in between hers, restricting her movement. She revels in her constraint, and you delight in her captivating struggle. One hand remains fixed on her wrists, while the other sensually explores her neck, descending to her luscious breast. You yearn to claim what is rightfully yours. Her arousal resounds in a melodic moan…a moan that resonates deep within your soul…

“You desire me, don’t you?” Your hand ventures lower, gently caressing her swollen core. She trembles with longing, her legs weakening beneath her. You make your demand once more, displeased by repetition. “YOU CRAVE ME, DO YOU NOT?” she pleads, fully aware of the potential consequences. “Sir, I not only want you, I need you. I beg of you to consume me. I implore you to continue. Sir, I desperately beg you to never cease.” Tears stream down her cheeks.
You forcefully hurl her onto the bed. A fitting punishment awaits.

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