As the sun began to set, Mark couldn’t help but glance at the clock again. He had been watching the minutes tick by for hours, waiting for his mistress to return. For months now, he had been caught up in his BDSM obsession, eagerly awaiting each night where he could surrender control and submit to her every desire.
Finally, he heard the turn of her car coming up the driveway. His heart began to race as he heard her footsteps on the front porch. As she entered the room, he immediately fell to his knees, ready to take his place at her feet.
She surveyed him carefully, taking in the sight of him in his collar and cuffs. A smile spread across her face as she commanded him to stand and follow her to the bedroom.
Mark couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with nervousness as he followed her. He had all the time felt a bit of discomfort when it came to restraint, but the trust he had in his mistress made those feelings disappear.
She led him over to the bed, where she bound him tightly to the bedposts. Mark felt his heart racing as his mistress began to tease him, running her hands over his body as she whispered her desires in his ear.
“Tonight, my sweet submissive, I want you to focus on nothing but the sensations I will give you,” she said, her voice low and soothing.
Mark nodded, his anticipation growing as she pulled out a feather and began to trace it over his bare chest. The sensation was electric, sending shivers up and down his spine as she continued to paint a path of pleasure across his body.
As she leaned in to kiss him, Mark felt himself surrendering to her completely. He was no longer in control, he was hers to do with as she pleased. And as she continued to explore every inch of him, he knew that his BDSM obsession would never fade.
