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As she stepped into the dimly lit room, her pulse quickened. She’d been invited here by the Alpha, a BDSM master renowned for his ability to take control of his submissives in methods she’d never experienced before.

She was nervous, but also excited. She’d all the time craved the sort of domination he promised. The kind that left her feeling small, insignificant, and utterly powerless.

As she made her way to the center of the room, she saw him for the first time. He was larger than life, with broad shoulders, chiseled abs, and an aura of confidence that made her knees weak.

He sauntered over, his eyes scanning her body from head to toe as he appraised her. She’d heard that he was a man who knew exactly what he wanted, and wasn’t afraid to take it.

“Strip,” he commanded.

Without hesitation, she removed her clothes, feeling more exposed than she ever had before. He circled her, like a lion stalking its prey, surveying her curves with a sly grin.

“Do you know what you’ve gotten yourself into?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

She nodded, swallowing hard. She wasn’t sure she was ready for this, but she wanted it more than anything.

“Good,” he said, stepping closer until his muscular chest was pressed against hers. “Because once you submit to me, there’s no going back.”

She looked up at him, feeling the pull of his dominance. He was every bit as powerful as she’d heard, and she knew that if she let go, he’d take her to places she’d never been before.

“Do you agree to be mine?”

She nodded.

“Say it.”

“I’m yours,” she whispered.

He smiled wickedly. “First things first.”

He pulled out a collar from his pocket, and fastened it around her neck.

“You will refer to me only as ‘Master’ from this point forward. You’re mine to do with as I please.”

The weight of the collar felt heavy on her neck. With each passing second, she felt more and more submissive to him.

He led her over to a leather bench, and bent her over it, her bare bottom exposed to him. With one quick motion, he brought a paddle down on her skin, causing her to yelp in pain.

She felt the sting subside, and then a wave of pleasure washed over her. She knew that this was what it meant to submit to the Alpha.

He continued to spank her, harder and harder, until she was crying out from the pain. But even as the tears streamed down her face, she felt a deep sense of satisfaction, knowing that she was pleasing her Master in every way efficient.

When he was done, he picked her up and held her tightly, cradling her like a baby.

“Good girl,” he whispered into her ear. “You’re mine now.”

And she knew that she was, and would all the time be, his.
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