Submitting to His Every Desire: A BDSM Erotica Tale

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As her master, he demanded perfection from her in every aspect of her life. From her appearance to her attitude and even her sexuality, he at all times pushed her to be better. And she craved it. The rush of obedience and submission was a drug that she could not withstand.

Tonight, her master had something special planned for her. He had instructed her to arrive at his home exactly at 7 PM dressed in nothing but a sheer white robe. Her pulse quickened as she made her way to his dark, decadent sanctuary.

As soon as she entered the room, she was blinded by the darkness. For a moment she had feared that he had forgotten about her but then she heard his deep voice, “Strip. And leave the robe on the floor.”

She obeyed instantly, dropping the silky fabric to the ground. Goosebumps erupted over every inch of her exposed skin. She shuddered as his hands suddenly grabbed her wrists, pulling her arms above her head. He fastened leather cuffs to them, binding her tightly to the ceiling.

“You’re mine,” he said sternly.

“Yes, master,” she replied, feeling almost like she was in a trance.

Her eyes were closed and she felt his hands move down her body to her waist, then he tugged on her hipbones so that she spread her legs wider. She moaned softly, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Without warning, he slapped her ass hard, causing her to cry out in pleasure. “You’re so beautiful when you’re obedient. I’m going to give you what you want, what you crave.”

She was so lost in the sensations he stirred within her that she barely realized what he was gonna do. With a flick of a button, the room lit up and she saw that he had produced a flogger from the shadows. Its ends were made of soft leather, but she knew the force of it could be (and would be) immense.

He began gently, hitting her backside in a rhythmic pattern, but soon intensified the blows. The sound of the leather cracking against her skin echoed through the room, as did her moans. Tears leaked from her eyes, but she held her head high, releasing herself to his every desire.

As much as it hurt, it felt incredible, a combination of pain and pleasure that she had never known existed before.

Suddenly, he stopped and helped her down from the ceiling, cradling her in his strong arms. Gazing into her glazed eyes, he softly kissed her forehead, “You’re my precious girl. I’ll always take care of you… after you submit to me. And remember, you’re the one desired here, your pleasure is mine.”

And with that, the night continued on, a symphony of submission and perversion. She reached heights of ecstasy she never even knew were efficient, all because she had handed herself over to him completely. And he, in turn, showed her his deepest desires and darkest fantasies.

This was how they lived, in perfect harmony as Dom and Sub, two parts of a whole. For she knew that in submitting to him, she found not only pleasure but her truest self.

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