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As I stood there, immobilized and bound, my heart raced with anticipation. I had at all times been drawn to the idea of submission but had never actually given myself over fully to it. And now, with him before me, I felt as though I had no choice but to surrender completely.

He moved closer to me, his eyes scanning my body and taking in every curve and contour. I could feel his gaze on me, and it sent shivers down my spine. My skin tingled with excitement, and I longed for his touch.

He reached out and ran his fingers along my arm, sending electrifying sensations through my body. I let out a small gasp, unable to contain the pleasure that was building inside of me.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and seductive. “I am going to make you mine tonight.”

I felt a heat rise within me, and I knew that I would do anything to please him. He had complete control over me, and I was more than eager to submit to his every whim.

He began to remove my clothing, slowly and deliberately, reveling in the feeling of power that came with each button or zipper he undid. Soon, I stood before him completely naked, my body quivering with desire.

He then pulled out a length of rope and started to bind me, wrapping it around my wrists and then tying me to the bedpost. I was completely at his mercy, and the wondered of it made me feel alive in a way I had never experienced.

He began to touch me, running his hands over my body and exploring every inch of me. His touch was firm, yet gentle, and I found myself lost in the sensations he was creating within me.

As he continued to stroke me, he began to whisper to me in a low, husky voice. He told me how much he desired me, how he had been dreaming of this moment for months. He told me that I was his, completely and utterly, and that he was gonna make me come like never before.

I moaned in response, my body writhing with pleasure. It was all I could do to hold on as he pushed me higher and higher.
Finally, I reached my climax, the pleasure exploding through my body in waves. He continued to touch me, driving me over the edge and into a state of pure ecstasy.

Afterwards, I lay there, completely spent and yet completely fulfilled. I had never felt so alive, so free, as I did in that moment. And I knew, without a doubt, that I was bound to him, not just by the ropes that held me, but by the intense passion that burned between us.

The rest of the night was a blur of pleasure and pain as he led me deeper into the world of submission and domination. I gave myself over to him completely, trusting him to guide me and take me where he wanted me to go.

And in the morning, as I lay in his arms, I knew that I had found my true calling. I was bound to him, body and soul, and I would do anything to make him happy and keep him by my side.

For me, there was no greater pleasure than being bound to him in love and submission. It was a passion that burned within me, and one that I knew would never burn out.
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