Sensual Submission

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As she surrendered herself to him, she felt an overwhelming sense of vulnerability and excitement. She had all the time been a strong and independent woman, but she had never experienced the sensation of complete surrender until now. She was naked, on her knees before him as he stood above her, his eyes scanning her body with an intensity that made her shiver.

He was her Master, and she was his submissive. They had been exploring this dynamic for several months now, and each time they delved deeper into their desires. He had trained her meticulously, teaching her how to properly address him and how to please him in every way. She had learned to trust him completely, to let go of any inhibitions or doubts that might prevent her from experiencing the full measure of sensual submission.

He approached her slowly, his hand reaching out to stroke her face gently. She leaned into his touch, her eyes locked onto his as she waited for his next move. He unfastened his belt and let it fall to the floor, his hand moving to his zipper. She watched, transfixed, as he slowly undressed before her.

In that moment, she knew that she wanted him more than anything. She wanted to surrender herself completely, to be his to use and pleasure as he saw fit.

He ordered her to stand and turn around, placing her hands on the wall in front of her. She complied, her heart pounding in her chest as she felt his hands on her hips, his breath hot on her neck. He teased her, running his fingers over her skin, caressing her backside before delivering a sharp slap that left her gasping for air.

The pain mixed with pleasure, and she moaned, arching her back as his hands explored her body. He traced her curves, feeling the smoothness of her skin under his fingertips. He commanded her to spread her legs, exposing herself to him completely. She obeyed, feeling a rush of excitement as he knelt behind her and pressed his face between her thighs.

Her body shuddered as he licked and kissed her, his tongue expertly exploring her most sensitive areas. He knew exactly how to pleasure her, how to make her body respond to his every touch. She was on the brink of climax when he suddenly stopped, leaving her trembling with desire.

He stood up and spun her around, his hands gripping her tightly as he kissed her deeply. She tasted herself on his lips, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. He forced her to her knees again, taking his place above her as he ran a hand through her hair.

“Say it,” he commanded, his voice low and commanding.

“I am yours,” she whispered, feeling the words come easily to her. “I am your submissive, Master.”

He smiled down at her, his hand moving to her chin to tilt her face up. “Good girl,” he praised, before plunging himself deep inside her.

The pleasure was intense, overwhelming, as he pounded her relentlessly, her body responding to his every touch. She could feel herself approaching orgasm, and he must have sensed it too, because he suddenly stopped, denying her release once again.

He stood up and commanded her to follow him, leading her by the leash around her neck to the bedroom. She knew what he wanted, and she was willing to please him.

He ordered her onto the bed, her legs spread wide as he climbed on top of her. He began to stroke her gently, his touch slow and deliberate as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm. She begged for release, but he denied her again, teasing her until she was writhing with pleasure.

Finally, he let her come, and the pleasure was so intense, it was almost too much to bear. She lay there, spent and exhausted, as he praised her for her submission.

In that moment, she knew that she had found something truly special. This wasn’t just sex, it was a deeper connection, a bond built on trust and intimacy. She was his submissive, and he was her Master, and she knew that she would do anything to submit to him again and again.