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Warning: This story contains adult language and explicit sexual content.

Part 1: Introduction

The sound of leather against skin filled the room as Mistress Ava paced slowly back and forth in front of her submissive, John. He was bound tightly to a wooden cross, his eyes locked on Ava’s leather-clad body. She wore a tight black leather corset and matching leather pants, the material hugging her curves in all the right places. Her long black hair was tied back in a ponytail, and her deep brown eyes were locked on John’s.

John had all the time known he was submissive, and when he found Mistress Ava’s website, he knew that she was the one he needed to serve. He had been coming to her dungeon for months, submitting to her every desire. But tonight was different. Tonight she was wearing her leather pants, and he knew that he was in for a night of intense pleasure and pain.

Part 2: The Scene

“Are you ready to serve me?” Ava asked, her voice filled with authority as she circled around John.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied, his eyes never leaving her.

“Good,” she said before walking over to a shelf and grabbing a riding crop. “I want you to count for me, John. Count every time I strike you with this crop. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied, his heart pounding in his chest.

With that, Ava raised the crop and brought it down across John’s chest. He gasped as the pain shot through his body, but he quickly regained his composure and started to count.

“One, Mistress,” he said through gritted teeth.

Ava continued to strike him with the crop, each time eliciting a sharp intake of breath from John. But as the pain intensified, so did his pleasure. He could feel the tension building between his legs, and he knew that Ava could see how much he was enjoying this.

Part 3: The Climax

After what seemed like an eternity, Ava finally set the crop down and walked over to John. She leaned in close to his ear and whispered, “I know you’re getting aroused by this. I can smell it on you.”

John’s heart raced as Ava reached down and began to stroke him through his pants. He moaned as she continued to touch him, her leather pants rubbing against his skin as she moved.

“Please, Mistress,” he begged, his voice barely above a whisper.

Without a word, Ava unbound him from the cross and led him over to a padded table. She pushed him down onto the table and straddled him, the leather of her pants pressed against his naked skin.

John watched as she reached down and unzipped her pants, revealing her black lace panties. He could see her arousal glistening between her legs, and he knew that he needed to taste it.

He leaned forward and began to kiss her through the lace, feeling her hands tangle in his hair as he worked. She moaned softly as he continued, and he could feel her body tremble as he pushed the lace apart and began to lick her.

Part 4: The Aftermath

After they both reached their climax, Ava helped John stand up and led him over to a chair. She sat down next to him, the leather of her pants creaking slightly as she moved.

“That was some scene,” she said, her voice filled with amusement.

John couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you, Mistress,” he said softly.

Ava leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. “You did well, John. Very well.”

As John got dressed, he couldn’t help but feel grateful for Ava and the way she had helped him explore his submissive side. He knew that he would never be able to repay her fully, but he knew that he would try.

And as he left her dungeon and stepped out into the cool night air, he knew that he would all the time carry the memory of their leather-clad rendezvous with him.
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