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As night fell, the glow of the moon lit up the room. Chains clinked and echoed as Mistress Annabelle strutted around the boudoir. She was a woman of tremendous beauty, with an infectious smile and sparkling emerald eyes that radiated authority. Her skin glowed with an otherworldly sheen, adorned with an outline of handprints and lash marks from previous encounters. One could say that this was her element, the environment where she thrived the most.

Mistress was dressed in black leather, which hugged her curves tightly. She wore thigh-high boots that added to her already commanding stature, and a corset that accentuated the swell of her bosom. It didn’t take long for her to notice her bound slave lying on the bed, already aroused by the anticipation of what was to come next.

“Ah, my pet, you’re already so excited. We shall see what you’re made of this evening,” she said in a sultry tone.

Mistress rushed over and ran her cold hands over his chest, causing him to shiver in delight. She sat down at the edge of the bed and grabbed his now fully erect cock. He whimpered in anticipation as she began stroking him slowly, gradually increasing the speed as she went along.

“Such a good boy,” she praised him as he writhed beneath her touch. Her eyes burned with desire, and her smile grew wider as he let out moans of desire.

The Mistress placed her crop in his mouth and commanded him to please her. Her thighs locked around his neck and she began grinding on him, creating friction that was driving them both wild. Her orgasms were electric, and she was determined to bring him to the edge multiple times before she would grant him his release.

As they writhed and gasped, their chains clinked loudly, adding to the already raging sensuality. Mistress took out a set of feather ticklers and began running them over her lover’s chest, causing him to wriggle like a worm. She laughed and then began to tease him with a feather around his nipples. As she did so, she reached under his hips, and with a quick flick of something unseen, she withdrew it from his skin, holding it up to the light.

Blood trickled out, and he cried out and gasped, yet Mistress wasn’t finished. She flicked him again, causing more blood to come out, and more cries of pleasure to come forth from his mouth. It was a gorgeous dance, a mutual exchange of sadistic pleasure and unbridled lust.

After many orgasmic surges, Mistress was ready to grant him the release he so very much craved. She leaned down close to his ear and whispered, “orgasm on command.” As her lover felt her breath on his ear and heard her command à loud sigh signified the long-hoped-for release.

As the two of them lay there in a tangled mess of flesh and chains, they looked at each other with newfound respect and desire. The night had been an unmitigated success, and they had reached new levels of ecstasy in the process.

“Good boy,” Mistress whispered, “now it’s time for the main event.” With that, she began to unlock the chains that had been holding him in place, preparing him for whatever new torments were to come his way. But this time, rather than there being a hint of fear, the only feeling within her lover was utter affection and passion for his domme. In the end, that combination of submission and devotion was exactly what Mistress Annabelle had been looking for. And together, they departed on another exploration into the world of sensual domination and forbidden desire.
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