As I entered the room, I saw my Mistress sitting on her throne wearing her black leather corset and high heels. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, framing her gorgeous face. She looked like a queen, commanding her subjects with a snap of her fingers.
I kneeled before her, my head bowed down, waiting for her command. I could feel the heat emanating from her body, and I longed to be close to her.
“Come closer, my pet,” she said in a sultry voice. Without hesitation, I got up and walked towards her, my eyes fixed on the ground.
Mistress slowly ran her fingers through my hair, and I felt like I was in heaven. She knew just how to touch me, to make me feel like a submissive little servant.
“Are you ready for your punishment, slave?” she asked, her eyes burning with desire. I nodded, knowing full well that I would enjoy every moment of it.
Without another word, Mistress grabbed my hair and pulled me towards her lap. She spanked me hard, my buttocks tingling with pleasure. I moaned, begging her for more.
Mistress smiled wickedly and turned me over, pinning me down with her strong thighs. She took out her whip and started to lash me mercilessly, the sound of the leather biting into my flesh echoing through the room.
As the pain intensified, so did my pleasure. I could feel myself getting wet, ready to take whatever Mistress had in store for me.
She then ordered me to sit, positioning herself on top of me. Her wetness rubbed against mine, and I felt like I was about to explode. I screamed in ecstasy as she rode me, her hips grinding against mine.
Finally, as we both spiraled into a white-hot climax, Mistress let out a scream of her own, marking me as hers forever. We collapsed together, our breathing ragged and our bodies entwined.
“Good job, my pet,” she said softly, caressing my face. “Your submission pleases me.” I beamed with pride, knowing that I had satisfied my Mistress in every way efficient.
