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As soon as she entered the dimly lit room, my heart skipped a beat. The woman before me was clad in leather from head-to-toe, topped with a shiny black corset that pushed her ample breasts up and out. Her raven black hair was pulled back tightly into a high bun, and her full red lips curled into a deliciously wicked grin. I knew instantly that I was absolutely and unequivocally in trouble.

She raised an eyebrow at me, and I knew exactly what was expect of me. I quickly dropped to my knees, eyes downcast, and waited for her command.

“Look at me,” she ordered. “Slowly.”

I lifted my head, my eyes glued to her impossibly high heels as I took in the rest of her body. Her legs were toned and muscular, clad in tight leather pants that hugged her thighs and calves closely. I followed the curve of her hips and waist, forced to take a moment to appreciate the curve of her hourglass figure. When I finally reached her face, I was surprised to discover that she was regarding me with a tender expression. It was almost motherly.

“I’m Mistress Gia,” she announced. “And you’re mine for the night.”

I would have said anything she wanted to hear at that moment, as long as it meant I had a chance to spend more time with her. The way she carried herself was absolutely magnetic, and I felt myself being drawn to her energy like a moth to a flame.

I quickly composed myself and nodded, submitting to her will and her power. “Yes, Mistress,” I responded, my voice hardly above a whisper.

“Good boy,” she praised, patting my head as one might pat a well-behaved dog. “Now, why don’t you join me on the couch over there?”

She led me over to a corner of the room, where a plush leather sectional awaited us. She sat down first, and I watched her closely, taking in every movement she made, every flick of her hair and the way her corset stretched as she leaned back. It was clear that she was in control, and it was just as clear that I was being given the privilege of serving her as she saw fit.

I knelt at her feet, casting my eyes down to the floor once again as I waited for her next instruction. She seemed content to simply gaze out over the room, her eyes scanning over the numerous instruments of pleasure and torture that filled the space.

It was a few moments before she spoke again, almost as if she were lost in wondered. “You’re new to this, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice almost melodic.

I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling exposed. “Ye-yes, Mistress,” I stammered, feeling like an idiot for being so nervous.

“Relax,” she said, leaning in closer to me. “There’s no need to be scared. I’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

I nodded, feeling my cheeks grow red with embarrassment. I had no idea how to go about this, but I was eager to learn.

Mistress Gia took me by the hand, leading me closer to her. She lifted a riding crop from the coffee table and trailed it down my cheek, the leather of the crop sending shivers down my spine. I couldn’t move, completely caught in her thrall.

“You’re going to do exactly as I say, and you’re going to love every minute of it,” she purred, pressing her lips to my ear. “Understood?”

I nodded, feeling the heat of her body against mine. “Yes, Mistress.”

She stood, leading me to a larger couch across the room, and gestured for me to lie down. It was only when I was fully sprawled out across the cushions that I realized she had stripped me of most of my clothing. In my state of temporary shock, I could barely breathe.

The leather of her corset slid over my skin as she straddled me, balancing herself with her heels braced on either side of my waist. The riding crop trailed up the length of my chest, sending tingles of sensation across my skin. I could barely focus on anything except the way she moved, the way her hips swayed back and forth.

“Good boy,” she murmured, leaning in to kiss me hungrily. Her tongue darted into my mouth, and I felt myself responding, giving in fully to the moment.

She teased me mercilessly, dragging out our kiss into eternity. She broke away, her lips red from the pressure.

“I hope you know how to use your tongue,” she growled.

I nodded, feeling a surge of arousal coursing through my veins.

Her fingers traced over my skin, settling at my hips, and in one fluid motion, she shoved me down onto the couch. My hard-on was straining against the denim of my jeans, and I felt myself melting under the weight of her attention.

She was relentless, her fingers digging deeply into my hips as she rode me, grinding down hard until I wondered I might pass out from the pleasure.

And then she was gone.

“Mistress?” I gasped, not knowing what was happening.

She returned with a shiny black vibrator in her hand, and I watched in fascination as she began to penetrate herself, the sound of her slick flesh undulating filling the room. Her body began to shake and shudder, and I felt myself getting harder and harder, my need for her overwhelming.

When she was finished, she smirked down at me. “Now it’s your turn. Show me what you can do.”

I laid down on the couch, the leather cool against my skin, with the head of my aching erection proudly pointed at the ceiling. And then she was astride me again, riding me hard until I exploded in sheer ecstasy, bucking my hips and crying tears of pure pleasure.

When it was over, she leaned down close to me, her breath hot against my ear.

“Good boy,” she sighed. “You did well.”

And that was all I needed. I would have done anything for this incredible Mistress, and I knew I was unconditionally in her thrall.
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