Leather and Latex Seduction: A Dominant Mistress Takes Control

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The sound of her stilettos clicking against the concrete floor echoed through the dark dungeon. A flicker of light from the candles on the table drew my gaze, but I knew better than to stare – not when I’m in her presence. My Mistress, dressed in black leather and latex, looked every inch the dominatrix. Her long, dark hair was pulled back into a severe ponytail, leaving her sharp features exposed.

I stood naked, my hands clasped behind my back as she strutted towards me, taking slow, measured steps. She stopped in front of me, her eyes piercing into mine. “You know why you’re here, don’t you?” she asked, her voice honeyed but with a hint of danger.

I nodded, feeling my heart race with anticipation. “Yes, Mistress,” I replied, trying my best to keep my voice steady.

“Good,” she said, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Then let’s begin.”

She placed a finger under my chin, forcing me to look up at her. “You’re going to do exactly as I say, understand?”

Again, I nodded, feeling my body ache with desire. She ran her tongue over her lips, a teasing gesture that sent shivers down my spine.

“Stand with your back against the wall,” she ordered, taking a step back.

I obeyed, pressing my bare skin against the cold brick. She slowly circled me, taking in every inch of my body with her sharp gaze. I felt exposed, vulnerable, but also incredibly turned on.

She paused behind me, her arms wrapping around my torso. I gasped as I felt her hard nipples press against my back, feeling a surge of lust shoot through me.

“I can feel your heart racing,” she whispered into my ear, her breath hot on my skin.

She reached down and grabbed my cock, stroking it teasingly. “I bet you’re dying to feel my touch, aren’t you?” she said, her voice dripping with seduction.

I nodded, my breathing quick and shallow.

She let go, stepping away from me. “Then prove it.”

Without thinking, I fell to my knees, my eyes locked on hers. She grinned, a hint of smugness in her expression.

I crawled towards her, feeling my arousal building with every step. She let me get close, then used her heel to push me back. “Not yet,” she said, her tone harsher than before.

I crawled backwards, my heart pounding with both fear and desire. She walked over to the table and picked something up, holding it tauntingly in front of me. I couldn’t quite make out what it was, but the way she was holding it let me know it was crucial.

“Stand up,” she ordered.

I scrambled to my feet, my eyes locked on the object in her hand. She held it out to me, revealing a black leather collar.

“Put it on,” she commanded.

I hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of what this meant. Once I put that collar on, there was no going back. But I knew what I wanted, and I wanted her. So I reached out and took the collar from her hand, slipping it around my neck with shaking fingers.

She fastened it tight, running her hands over the leather straps. “Good boy,” she murmured, her fingers drifting down to my chest. “Now you’re mine.”

With those words, she pushed me back against the wall once more. This time, she pressed her body against mine, her leather and latex rubbing against my skin. I could feel the heat of her, the wetness of her arousal soaking through the fabric of her panties.

“Are you ready to submit?” she whispered into my ear.

“Yes,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Good,” she said, her hand drifting down to my cock once more. “Then let me show you what it means to be truly dominated.”

With that, she knelt down in front of me, taking my cock in her mouth. She sucked on it with a passion, her tongue flicking over the head. I moaned, feeling my knees go weak.

She pulled back, standing up once more. “On your knees,” she commanded.

I obeyed, willing to feel more of her touch.

She straddled me, her legs wrapping around my waist. Her pussy was slick with moisture, and I could feel her hard nubs pressing against my chest. I reached up and cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently.

“Mmm, that’s it,” she purred, grinding against me. “Touch me.”

I obeyed, running my hands over her body. I could feel the power she held over me, her leather and latex making me weak with desire. I wanted to please her, to worship her. To be her obedient slave, eager to do whatever she demanded of me.

She pulled back, her hands grabbing my shoulders. “Stand up,” she said.

I did, feeling her hands push me up against the wall once more. She took a step back, surveying me with her eyes.

“Strip,” she said simply.

I didn’t hesitate. I wanted her to see me, to see my nakedness. To take control of my body and do whatever she pleased.

She watched me as I stripped, her eyes drinking in the sight of my body. She licked her lips, an appreciative grin crossing her face.

“Good,” she said. “Now, let’s see what else we can do with you.”

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