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As the dim light of the dungeon flickered across the walls, the sound of leather scraping against skin echoed through the room. Bound and blindfolded, I waited in anticipation for what was to come. Suddenly, a hand gripped my hair, yanking my head back. I gasped, feeling the cool air on my exposed neck.

“Are you ready for me, pet?” a deep voice whispered in my ear. I shuddered, feeling his hot breath against my skin.

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered back, my body already throbbing with desire.

Without warning, he thrust into me, the thick leather of his pants rubbing against my exposed thighs. I cried out, the sensation overwhelming as he filled me completely. With each thrust, the leather scraped against my skin, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through my body.

As he picked up speed, the room filled with the sound of our wet flesh slapping together. I felt myself losing control, desperate for release. Suddenly, he stopped, leaving me panting and gasping for air.

“Please, Sir,” I begged, my voice barely a whisper. “Let me come.”

He chuckled, pulling his hand from my hair. “Not yet, pet,” he said, stroking my cheek. “I want to savor every moment of this.”

He pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty and desperate for more. My body shook with need as he began to strip off his leather pants. I heard the sound of metal buckles clinking together, and my heart raced as I realized what was to come.

He picked up a riding crop, the leather tip tapping against his palm.

“Time for a little punishment,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.

I braced myself as he brought the crop down on my ass, the sting leaving me gasping for air. But even as the pain throbbed through my body, it was soon replaced by a wave of pleasure so intense it left me dizzy.

Again and again, he brought the crop down on my ass, each slap sending me deeper into a state of ecstasy. I could feel my body shaking, on the edge of orgasm.

Finally, he stopped, leaving me panting and desperate for release. He untied my blindfold, and I saw him standing over me, his leather pants still undone. I wanted nothing more than to fall to my knees before him, to worship him with every inch of my body.

But even as I yearned for him, I knew I had to show him my obedience. So I stood, facing him, my eyes downcast.

“Good pet,” he said, stroking my cheek. “You’ve pleased me tonight. And for that, you’ll be rewarded.”

With that, he pulled out a thick leather collar, adorned with studs and buckles. He fastened it around my neck, the metal clinking as he tightened the straps.

“Now you belong to me, pet,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Body and soul.”

And with that, he pushed me to the ground, his hands gripping my waist. The sound of leather filled the room once more as he filled me, his body slamming into mine with each thrust.

I moaned, the sensation sending me over the edge. With each thrust, I could feel my body convulsing, lost in a haze of pure pleasure.

It was a moment I would never forget, the feel of the leather against my skin and the intense pleasure it brought. And as I lay in his arms, sated and content, I knew that I belonged to him completely.
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