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I, a submissive woman, was invited by my dominant lover to join him for a night of seduction and BDSM. He had planned everything meticulously, from the ambiance to the music, and the anticipation of it all was making me hot and bothered.

I dressed up in my sexiest lingerie, before meeting him at a luxurious hotel room, which was lit up with candles and scented with vanilla and jasmine. My lover was already waiting for me; he had on a black leather jacket that hugged his muscular body, and his piercing eyes made my heart skip a beat.

As soon as I stepped inside the room, he pulled me close, and I melted into his strong arms. “Tonight, you will belong to me completely,” he whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. He led me to a leather armchair, where I sat down as he prepared the room for our play.

First, he blindfolded me, and all I could hear was the sound of his footsteps, the soft hum of the music, and my own breathing as I anticipated his next move. Then, he strapped me to the chair with leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles, leaving me helpless to his touch. His fingers traced circles around my nipples, teasing and tormenting me until I arched my back in ecstasy.

He kissed my lips, nibbling on my bottom lip before moving down to my neck, leaving a trail of kisses all the way down to my breasts. He sucked on my nipple, and I let out a moan, desperate for more. He stopped abruptly, and I heard him walk away, leaving me in suspense once again.

I couldn’t control my breathing; my heart was pounding with a mix of pleasure and fear. What other torturous games did he have up his sleeve?

The sound of his footsteps returned, and I gasped as I felt the coldness of an ice cube on my nipple. He traced it around my breasts, and I shuddered with every touch. But, he didn’t linger there for long, moving the ice cube down my stomach before disappearing again.

I waited, writhing in desperation as he took his time. I could sense his presence, but I couldn’t pinpoint his whereabouts. Finally, he returned, and I felt him stroke my clit with his tongue.

I moaned, loudly this time, my body shaking with pleasure. He alternated between soft licks and hard sucks, driving me to the brink of orgasm before abruptly stopping. “No, not yet,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin.

He ripped off my blindfold, and I saw him standing in front of me. “You want to come, don’t you?” he asked, his voice husky as he undressed before me.

“Yes…yes, please!” I begged as I watched him, admiring his muscular body and hardened erection.

He approached me, thrusting his crotch into my face. “Lick it,” he commanded, and I complied, taking his hard cock in my mouth. I mouthed him, stroking him with my tongue, his breathing growing heavier with each passing second until he pulled back with a gasp.

He straddled me, his hard member pressing against my wetness. I reached up to touch him, feeling his muscles flex beneath my fingers as he braced himself against the chair. He thrust inside me, and I cried out in pleasure, the sensation overwhelming.

He pushed me beyond my limits, driving me closer to orgasm until I climaxed, shuddering under his touch. My lover rode me harder, grunting with pleasure until he came, filling me with his warmth.

Afterward, we lay entwined together, spent from our night of passion. “You were a good girl tonight,” he whispered, stroking my hair.

I smiled, knowing he was pleased. I had submitted to him willingly, and the satisfaction it gave us was unforgettable.
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