Bound to My Desire: A BDSM Encounter with a Mysterious Stranger

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As I walked through the dark, dimly lit alley, my heart was pounding with anticipation. I had received a mysterious invitation to a BDSM encounter with a stranger. The letter had instructed me to wear a tight black dress, high heels and a leather collar – and nothing else. My palms were sweating and my knees were weak, but the wondered of exploring my secret desires with a stranger was overpowering and I couldn’t withstand.

As I walked into the dimly lit room, my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I could see a figure, sitting on a chair in the corner of the room. As my eyes adjusted, the figure slowly got up and began to approach me. I could see that he was tall, with broad shoulders and a muscular create. His eyes were piercing dark, and a smirk playing on his lips, hinting that he was enjoying the moment.

“Welcome,” he said, his voice low and rough. “I am the Master and you are my sub for the evening.”

I nodded, feeling butterflies in my stomach.

“Today, you are mine and I will do with you as I please. But before we begin, you must obey my every command.”

“Yes, Master,” I replied.

He walked around me, inspecting my body, and nodded in approval.

“You will be bound tonight. It will be a test of your endurance and submission. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” I nodded.

“Kneel,” he commanded.

I got down on my knees, my hands resting on my thighs.

“You are to be collared,” he said, holding up a black leather collar. I opened my mouth, and he placed it around my neck, fastening it tightly. The collar felt tight around my neck, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of exhilaration.

“Now stand,” he commanded.

I got to my feet, feeling the collar pulling on my neck, and listened attentively as he instructed me on my next task.

“You will be bound with rope and suspended from the ceiling. Do not resist or speak. You will stay in silence until I give you permission to speak.”

He proceeded to bind my wrists and ankles, tying them securely with rope. I felt vulnerable and exposed, my arms and legs were now tied, and there was nothing I could do. The Master continued to bind me, ensuring that not even a single muscle in my body moved.

Once everything was in place, he slowly started to lift me up, inch by inch. I felt my feet leave the ground as I was lifted higher and higher, until finally, I was suspended in mid-air.

The Master circled around me, admiring me from every angle. I felt his hot breath on my neck, and a shiver ran down my spine.

“You look beautiful in your submission,” he said softly, running his hands over my body, his fingers lightly grazing the curve of my hips. “I could keep you up here forever.”

I moaned, feeling my body respond to his touch. The Master moved closer to me, pressing his body against mine. I could feel his hard, throbbing shaft pressed against my damp, aching core, and I began to grind my hips against him.

The Master growled, his control slipping, and grabbed my hips, pulling me against him.

“Mmm…you like that, my little sub?” he whispered in my ear as he massaged my ass. “You like it when I control you?”

“Yes, Master,” I gasped, feeling a surge of pleasure rippling through my body.

“Good. Let’s see how much you can take,” he said as his hand landed on my buttocks, leaving a stinging sensation behind.

He continued to spank me, each whack harder than the last, and I moaned in pain and pleasure. Suddenly, he stopped, and I felt the rope slacken as I was lowered to the floor.

“Stand up, my pet,” he said, as he began to untie me.

I stood up, feeling my legs tremble beneath me. The Master grabbed my hand, leading me to a bed in the middle of the room.

“Lie on the bed,” he commanded.

I obeyed eagerly, lying down on my back, looking up at him with desire. The Master then proceeded to tie me to the bed, binding my arms and legs so I had absolutely no movement.

“There, you are mine,” he said, admiring his work, as he stroked my cheek with his thumb.

He moved closer, hovering over me.

“Do you trust me?” he asked softly.

“Yes, Master,” I replied, my eyes locked with his.

“Good,” he whispered, and lowered his lips to mine, kissing me deeply. I felt a surge of pleasure as his tongue explored every inch of my mouth, his hands roaming over my body.

As the night progressed, the Master continued to explore and push my limits. He teased and tantalized me, bringing me to the very brink of pleasure before pulling back, creating a delicious sense of anticipation. He pushed me further and further towards the edge with every touch, every kiss, until finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer.

With a cry of ecstasy, I let go, surrendering myself to the Master’s touch. He continued to tease me, bringing me wave after wave of pleasure until I was begging him to stop.

Finally, exhausted and spent, I lay there, my body sated and exhausted.

The Master untied me, and as I looked up at his face, I realized that I didn’t even know his name. But for that night, it didn’t matter. I had completely surrendered myself to him, allowing him to explore and fulfil my deepest desires.

As he left the room, leaving me alone to gather my thoughts, I knew that I would never forget this night as long as I lived. It had been an unforgettable and erotic experience – one that I would never forget.

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