Submission and Ecstasy

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As I stood before him, naked and vulnerable, I felt a wave of anticipation wash over me. He had promised me something new, something that would take our sexual experiences to the next level. And I was ready.

He tied my hands behind my back with a soft silk rope, and I allowed myself to be led to the bed. The room was lit by flickering candles, creating an atmosphere of intimacy and eroticism.

He pushed me onto the bed, the soft sheets a luxurious contrast to the rough ropes binding my wrists. I watched as he stripped off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest and abs.

He climbed onto the bed and straddled me, his hands caressing the curves of my body. I felt my nipples harden under his touch, and I moaned with pleasure.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “You are mine, to do with as I please.” And I felt a shiver run down my spine.

He took his time, teasing and tantalizing me until I was begging for release. And then he gave it to me in waves of ecstasy.

As I lay there, spent and sated, I knew that this experience had taken our relationship to a whole new level. I was his to submit to, his to please, his to love. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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