As the sun set over the skyline, Brianna made her way uptown to meet her Master at the top floor of a luxurious penthouse. She could hardly contain her excitement as she stepped into the elevator, her hands shaking as she fidgeted with her dress. She had been preparing for this moment all week, willing to submit herself to the powerful man who held unrelenting control over her every whim.
Upon exiting the elevator, she was greeted by a nude Master, waiting for her by the door. He was a towering figure, his muscular frame veiled in a dark robe that betrayed the sensuousness emanating from his intense gaze. His piercing blue eyes were the only feature visible beneath a black hoodie that concealed his features, save for the thin outline of his lips. Brianna felt a nerve twinge in her stomach as she approached him, her heart pounding in her chest.
“Master, I’m here for you.” She trembled as she spoke, her words failing her in the face of his dominating presence. His eyes lingered on her for a moment before he turned and strode towards the open door, leaving a trail of smoke and his dark essence in his wake. Brianna followed dutifully, her eyes fixed on his muscular back as she followed him into the dimly-lit room that was to be their stage for the evening.
Everywhere she looked, she saw evidences of his dominance over her. The paintings on the walls were all dark depictions of submissive women, their bodies bound in intricate ropes and chains. The furniture consisted of sleek, cold metallic furnishings, which gave the impression of an alternative universe that was both luxurious and depraved.
“Come here, Brianna,” he ordered.
She took in a deep breath as she crossed the room, her bare feet sinking into the soft plush carpet. It was both eerie and comforting to know that she was completely under his control. He watched her approach with a look of derision, as if he was disappointed in her for not being entirely subservient.
“What do you want, Master?”
“You know what I want, Brianna. I want you to strip for me.”
With trembling fingers, Brianna began to undo the strap of her dress, pulling it down over her head. She felt the cool air hit her bare skin, and a rush of adrenaline as she felt him closing in on her. His fingers snaked around her waist, pulling her in close to his body. He was so much taller than her, and his body so large, and it was no small matter of pride for Brianna to be desired by such an imposing figure.
“Are you pleased with me, Master?” she asked coyly.
He stepped back and took her by the hand, leading her further into the room. Brianna was completely enthralled by the cool demeanor under which he exerted his dominance. He remained reticent as he strode through the room, approaching a shelf of strange devices and tools, which she could not make out in the dim light.
“Have you ever been bound before, Brianna?” he asked.
“No, Master, I haven’t.”
“Then I’ll show you how.”
Master reached out and took one of the leather straps from the shelf. He pulled on it, testing its strength before looping the end around her wrist. Brianna drew in a sharp breath as he tugged again, bringing her hands together behind her back. She was helpless as he tied the straps in intricate knots, making sure they were tight enough to restrict her movement, but not so tight that they would cut into her skin.
Brianna was suspended in ballet-like posture, her chest thrust forward, her hands cuffed together behind her back, legs aside. She felt the cold, metal shackles around her ankles, pulling her feet aside, putting her on display for Master. It took a few moments for her to adjust to the new position, but she found that her entire body ached with pleasure, as if the restraint had opened up new channels of sensation within her.
Master watched as his bound ornament swayed to the rhythm of her own pulse, her eyes fixed on his, pleading for release, but also for the continuation of this amazing moment. She was a pure vessel for his desires, a submissive eager to be taken to the very limit of her tolerance, without any say in the matter.
Master approached her, his fingers tracing the curve of her ear, all the while devouring her with his intense gaze. Brianna’s breath quickened as he leaned in towards her, his hand taking hold of her swollen nipple, driving her to the edge of ecstasy.
“Do you want more?” he whispered, his voice deep and measured.
“Yes, Master,” Brianna whined.
“Then you’ll have to beg me for it.”
Brianna took a deep breath and tried to keep her pleading under control as she begged him for more. He relented and moved in to kiss her, his lips finding hers in a searing embrace. His hands roamed her body, deftly exploring every inch of her skin, sending pleasure coursing through her veins.
And then, as quickly as it had begun, the moment was over. Master stepped back, never breaking eye contact with her.
“I’m done with you for now,” he said with a smile.
Brianna could feel her face flush with confusion and hurt as she realized that he had no intention of going on any further. The intensity of the moment had taken its toll, and she was left feeling empty, her body aching with pleasure, but her heart yearning for more.
As she left the room, Brianna knew deep down that her journey with Master had only just begun. She was bound by desire, and would be back for more.