Seduced by Submission: A Steamy BDSM Encounter

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As soon as I stepped into the dimly lit room, I felt the electricity in the air. I knew what was expected of me, and I was willing to submit to his every command. He sat on the edge of the bed, his muscular arms crossed over his chest and a dominant look on his face. I lowered my gaze, feeling his eyes burning on my skin.

“Come here, my sweet little submissive,” he said in a husky voice that sent shivers down my spine.

I walked over to him, my heart racing with anticipation of what was to come. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me onto his lap, his rough hands exploring every inch of my body through the thin fabric of my dress. I moaned as he teased my nipples, sending bolts of pleasure straight to my core.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his breath hot against my neck. “You know what I want from you, don’t you?”

I nodded, my voice betraying me with a whimper of need.

“Say it,” he growled, his grip tightening on my hips.

“I want to be your submissive,” I whispered, my eyes locked onto his.

With a satisfied smirk, he stood up, holding me in his arms. He carried me to the center of the room, where a bed with enough restraints for a small army was waiting for us. He laid me down and began undressing me, his fingers trailing over my skin, arousing every nerve in my body.

When I was completely naked, he fastened the restraints around my ankles and wrists, making it impossible for me to move. My heart was racing, but I found that I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more. I wanted him to dominate me completely, to take me to new heights of pleasure.

He positioned himself between my legs, his hard cock brushing against my soaking wet center. I moaned, arching my back and pushing my hips forward, desperate for him to take me. But he was in control, and he moved slowly, teasing me until I was begging for him to thrust inside me.

Finally, he relented, burying himself deep inside me in one swift motion. I cried out, my body trembling with ecstasy as he began to move inside me. Each thrust was harder than the last, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of my limits.

But even when I wondered I couldn’t take it anymore, he continued, urging me on until I finally broke, my body convulsing in waves of pleasure. As I lay there, panting and spent, he leaned over and whispered in my ear.

“Now that’s what I call true submission.”
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