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I am bound to her desire, completely and utterly. She controls me in methods that I never wondered efficient. She is my mistress, my lover, and my everything. From the moment I met her, I knew that I was meant to belong to her. And so I surrendered myself to her completely, offering myself up for her every whim and desire.

It was a warm summer evening when I first laid eyes on her. She walked into the bar with an air of confidence and grace that immediately caught my attention. She had jet black hair that cascaded down her back in loose waves, and piercing green eyes that seemed to stare straight through me. She was dressed in tight black leather pants and a corset that showed off her curves in all the right methods. She was a vision of BDSM perfection, and I knew instantly that I had to have her.

I approached her slowly, offering her a drink and a smile. She looked me up and down, assessing me as I tried to hide the hunger in my eyes. But she saw through me, as she all the time does, and she smirked at me knowingly.

“So, you’re into this kind of thing?” she asked, gesturing to her outfit.

I nodded, suddenly feeling very exposed and vulnerable. But being exposed and vulnerable is exactly what I craved, and I knew that she was the only one who could give it to me.

“Good,” she said, taking my hand and leading me out of the bar. “Because I have some things that I want to show you.”

We walked for what felt like hours, until we finally arrived at a small, nondescript building in the middle of nowhere. She led me inside, and I could feel my heart racing with anticipation. I didn’t know what was in store for me, but I knew that I was about to enter a world of BDSM ecstasy that I had only ever dreamed of.

The room we entered was dimly lit, with candles flickering in the corners of the room. I could hear soft, erotic music playing in the background, and the smell of leather and sweat filled my nostrils. The room was filled with BDSM equipment of all kinds, from restraints to whips to vibrators and more.

“Welcome to my dungeon,” she said, stopping in front of me. “This is where I bring all of my subs who need to be disciplined and taught a lesson. And tonight, you’re my newest plaything.”

My heart skipped a beat as I felt her hands begin to explore my body, running over my chest and down to my cock. She stroked me through my pants, making me moan with pleasure.

“But before we begin,” she continued. “There are some ground rules that you need to know.”

I nodded eagerly, hungry to learn what she wanted from me.

“First of all, you will address me only as Mistress. You will do as I say, when I say it, and without question. You are here to surrender yourself to me completely, to be my willing slave. Do you understand?”

I nodded again, feeling a sense of excitement and fear coursing through my veins. I had all the time been submissive, but I had never been in a BDSM situation quite like this before. But I knew that I wanted it more than anything, and I was eager to do whatever it took to please her.

“Good,” she said, smirking at me. “Now, let’s get started.”

She led me to a large wooden cross in the center of the room, and I knew instantly what was about to happen. She pulled my arms out to the sides, securing them in the restraints, and then did the same with my legs. I was completely exposed, vulnerable, and at her mercy.

She circled around me, her hands grazing over my skin in a teasing, tantalizing way. I could feel her breath on my neck as she leaned in close, whispering in my ear.

“I’m going to make you feel things tonight that you never knew were possible,” she said, her voice dripping with desire. “I’m going to push you to your limits, and beyond. And you’re going to love every minute of it.”

And I did love it. Every minute of it. She began to paddle my ass, sending waves of pleasure and pain coursing through my entire body. She alternated between soft, teasing strokes and hard, punishing ones, each one pushing me closer and closer to the brink.

As she hit me, she would whisper depraved things into my ear. She told me how much she loved seeing me suffer, how much she loved the way I looked when I was in pain. She told me how she was gonna use me, abuse me, break me down and create me back up into the perfect submissive.

And I loved it. I loved everything about it. I loved the way her hands felt on my skin, the way her voice sounded in my ear. I loved the way her paddle felt against my flesh, the way my body responded to her touch.

As she paddle my ass, I felt her fingers begin to explore my cock. She stroked me to the beat of the paddling, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I was so close to coming, but every time I got too close, she would stop and switch to a new toy, a new form of punishment.

She brought out a whip made of thin leather strips, and she began to lash me with it. Each strike felt like a thousand tiny flames licking at my skin, and I cried out with a mixture of pain and pleasure. I could feel the sweat beading on my forehead, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she continued to punish me.

And then, just when I wondered I couldn’t take any more, she stopped. She put down the whip and walked around to where I could see her. She was fully dressed now, her leather pants and corset back on, but her eyes were smoldering with a raw, sexual energy.

“Good boy,” she said, leaning in to kiss me deeply. “You took your punishment well. But we’re not done yet.”

And with that, she proceeded to take me to heights of ecstasy that I had never even dreamed were efficient. She used every toy in her dungeon, from vibrators to butt plugs to nipple clamps, to bring me to the brink again and again. She teased and tormented me with her body, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm until I was begging for release.

And finally, when I could take no more, she granted me release. She edged me for what felt like hours, until finally, I came so hard that the room seemed to spin. I was a quivering pile of flesh and sweat, but I had never felt more alive.

As she released me from the restraints, I felt a sense of satisfaction and completeness wash over me. I had been bound to her desire, and I knew that I would never be the same again. I had found my true calling as a BDSM submissive, and I knew that I had found the perfect mistress to help me explore this side of myself.

And as I left her dungeon that night, I knew that I would be back. Again and again, to surrender myself to her every whim and desire. I was bound to her, and I knew that I would never be free. But I didn’t want to be free. I wanted to be hers, completely and utterly, forever.
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