Soaked in Submission: A Wet and Wild BDSM Tale

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As the rain came pouring down outside, she lay there, soaked and trembling with anticipation. Her lover stood at the foot of the bed, holding a riding crop in his hand and a dangerous glint in his eye.

She had been begging for this for months, and finally, she was gonna get it. He stepped closer to her, trailing the crop lightly down her stomach and over her breasts. She shivered with desire, her nipples hardening under his touch.

He spoke to her in a low voice, coaxing her to beg for more. “I want you to call me Master,” he said, his voice husky and commanding. She quivered with the need to obey him, to give in completely to his control.

She nodded her acceptance, and he smiled down at her wickedly. “Good girl. Now, let’s have some fun.”

With that, he took his crop and began to gently strike it against her wet skin. The sound of the rain outside mingled with the sound of the crop striking her flesh, and she moaned in ecstasy with every hit.

He moved closer to her, his body brushing against hers. “You’re mine now,” he said, his breath hot against her ear. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she whispered, her voice low with need.

He paused for a moment, then gave her a sharp smack with the crop. “Say it louder. Let the neighbors hear.”

She cried out in pleasure, her voice echoing through the rainy night. “I’m yours, Master. Master, I’m yours.”

He grinned down at her, pleased with her submission. “Good girl,” he said. “Now, let me show you just how much I own you.”

With that, he plunged into her, his body rocking against hers in rhythm with the storm outside. They moved together, lost in the ecstasy of their submission to one another.

Finally, with a cry of pleasure, she came, her body trembling with the pleasure of being owned completely by her lover. And as the rain continued to pour down outside, they lay there together in the aftermath of their wet and wild BDSM experience.

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