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As her eyes flickered open, she felt the tightness in the restraints around her wrists and ankles. The cuffs pulled on her limbs, leaving her entirely immobile. She knew what was to come as she had been here before, but it didn’t stop the anticipation from coursing through her body.

Master was standing at the foot of the bed, looking down on her. She could feel his gaze raking her body, assessing her. The thrill of being his complete possession sent shivers down her spine.

He was dressed in his usual attire- black leather pants, a tight-fitting leather vest, and black boots. He looked like a predator getting ready to pounce on his prey.

He walked over and stood at the side of the bed, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “Do you know why you’re here, my pet?”

She nodded her head, the words catching in her throat. She had been learning how to be submissive and had been practicing it with Master for a while now.

“Good,” he said, standing back up. “I have some new things I want to try out with you tonight. Are you ready to explore your limits?”

Again she nodded, too afraid to speak. She had shown remarkable progress in her submission and she was ready to explore the wider depths of it.

He disappeared from her view and the sound of a drawer being opened filled the room. As she waited, her senses heightened, and she could sense him standing right next to her, his breath warm on her neck.

Master started with a feather, tenderly running it up her arms, across her chest, stomach, and, down between her legs. The feather tickled her skin, causing her to squirm involuntarily beneath him. In the darkness of the room, as he teased her, the sensations proved intense.

With his free hand, he dragged his nails down her skin, adding another layer to the excruciating tension that built up inside of her. She gasped and bit down on her lip to avoid crying out.

Master had complete control over her body, and only he knew how to satisfy it. She trusted him, giving in to his control, and they had an unspoken agreement.

Eventually, the teasing stopped, and he withdrew the feather. She gasped as a cold metal object came in contact with her skin. She knew what it was, but excitement coursing through her veins overpowered her fear. The strapon was a new experience for her, and one to which she was looking forward.

He slowly teased her, working the huge dildo into her body. As it penetrated her slowly, Master maintained eye contact, keeping his focus on her. The pleasure intensified as he began to move back and forth, pulling her towards him.

As he moved the dildo faster and faster, she could feel herself building up to an orgasm. And just as she was about to let go, he pulled away, denying her release. She let out a frustrated groan, but also knew that this was the power of submission.

As they continued, he forced her into different positions, taking control. At times, he would be gentle with her, sensually rubbing her clit, but at other times, he would be rough, pinching and biting her.

The pleasure that coursed through her was exhilarating and uncontrollable. She reduced her submissive self into a mere object for his pleasure. As the night went on, she became more and more addicted to his control over her – so much so that she never wanted it to end.

Eventually, when her body could take no more, he stopped. She lay on the bed, sated, yet yearning for more. He released her from her restraints and held her tight in his arms. In that moment, she knew that she was his completely – mind, body, and soul.

As the morning light began to filter through the curtains, Master took her in his arms, kissing her forehead tenderly.

“I love you, my pet,” he said.

“I love you too, my Master,” she replied, blushing.

In Chains: A BDSM Tale of Control, Submission, and Complete Surrender is testament to the human desire for complete devotion, the yearning for submission to a powerful figure or higher power. It shows that for those who desire it, being controlled can be a gorgeous thing, a physical expression of love. For them, there’s no room for shame. There’s no room for guilt. It is the very essence of trust and devotion. For every yin, there is a yang, and in submission, there lies complete power. The power and ultimate control over one’s self.
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