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As I walked into the dimly lit room, I couldn’t help but feel my heartbeat start to race. I had at all times had a fascination with bondage and domination, but I had never taken it further than a few playful spanks here and there. But now, standing in front of this naked, bound man, I knew all of that was about to change.

He was lying on a large, black leather couch, his wrists and ankles tightly bound with soft, velvety ropes. A blindfold was tied tightly around his head, obscuring his vision completely. I walked closer to him, the sound of my stiletto heels echoing around the room, and I could feel his body tense in anticipation.

I grabbed a whip from the table nearby, running it lightly across his exposed skin. He let out a low groan, and I knew he was begging for more. I raised the whip and brought it down on his chest in a loud crack. His body arched up in response, but he didn’t make a sound.

I continued to tease him with the whip, running it across his body, and bringing it down hard in random spots. I could feel my own arousal building as I watched his reaction to each strike. I knelt down beside him, trailing my fingers down his chest, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body.

I leaned in close to him, feeling the warmth of his breath on my cheek. “Are you ready for me?” I whispered, and he nodded his head eagerly. I untied the knot on his blindfold, and he blinked a few times as his eyes adjusted to the light.

I could see the desire in his eyes as he looked at me, and I knew there was no going back now. I climbed up on top of him, straddling his bound body. My lace panties rubbed against his hard cock, and I could feel my own wetness beginning to drip onto him.

I leaned down and whispered in his ear, “tell me what you want.” He hesitated for a moment, but then he spoke. “I want you to take me. Use me for your pleasure. I am yours.”

I smiled, feeling a rush of power and excitement wash over me. I leaned in to kiss him, feeling his mouth open in response, and our tongues intertwined in a passionate dance. I sat up and began to stroke his cock, feeling it grow harder in my hand.

I could feel my own orgasm building, and I needed to feel him inside me. I climbed off of him and positioned myself over his hard cock, feeling it slide easily into my wet pussy. I rode him hard, feeling the heat of his body against mine, and the ropes holding him in place only added to the intense pleasure I was feeling.

As we both reached our climax, I felt a sense of satisfaction and release that was indescribable. I knew I had found the pleasure and fulfillment that I had been searching for all along. And I knew that my bound and eager partner would be ready and waiting for me whenever I wanted to explore it again.
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