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I lay there on the bed, naked and blindfolded, my heart pounding in my chest with anticipation and excitement. I had never done anything like this before, but I had at all times been curious about the world of domination and submission. And now, with him, my master, I was about to explore it for the very first time.

The room was dark except for the flickering of candles and the dim glow of the moon outside. I could hear him moving quietly around the room, his footsteps soft on the carpeted floor. He had given me no indication of what was to come, only that I was to obey him completely.

I felt his hand on my shoulder and I shuddered at the contact. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, his voice low and husky. “Are you ready to submit to me, my love?” His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I nodded my head eagerly.

Suddenly, I felt something cold and hard pressed against my lips. I opened my mouth obediently and he poured a sip of wine into my mouth. I savored the taste of it, letting it linger on my tongue before swallowing. It was a delicious vintage, and I could feel the warmth spreading through my body.

He continued to feed me sips of wine, caressing my skin with his fingers as he did so. Each touch sent waves of pleasure through my body, and I moaned softly in response. I could feel myself growing wetter and more aroused with each passing moment.

He pulled away suddenly, and I felt him climb onto the bed beside me. His hands roamed over my body, touching me everywhere except where I wanted him most. I was squirming now, desperate for his touch, but he did not give in to my silent pleas.

Instead, he leaned down and whispered in my ear again. “Are you ready for me to take control, my sweet? Are you ready to let me push your limits?”

I nodded again, and suddenly his hand was between my legs. He slid two fingers into my slick, willing pussy and began to move them in and out, slow and steady at first, but then faster and harder. I arched my back, my moans growing louder as the pleasure built inside me.

Just as I was about to come, he abruptly pulled his fingers away and climbed off the bed. I was left panting and trembling, my body begging for release.

He returned a moment later with something in his hand. He placed it on the bed in front of me, and I could feel the heat emanating from it. It was a glass dildo, warmed by the candlelight. I knew what he wanted me to do with it, and I hesitated for just a moment before reaching out to take the object into my hand.

I guided it between my legs, the smooth glass sliding easily into my wet pussy. I moaned loudly as I began to thrust it in and out of myself, my body tensing with each stroke. He watched me intently, his eyes dark with desire.

But just as I was nearing the brink of orgasm, he spoke again. “Stop, my love. Put down the toy and wait for me.”

I obeyed without question, the toy still nestled between my thighs as I waited for his next command.

He moved around the bed again, and I could hear him rustling through something. A moment later, he was back, and I felt something cold and hard press against my nipple. It was a nipple clamp, and he secured it tight, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through my body.

He repeated the process on my other nipple, and then began to play with the chain that connected the two clamps. He pulled it gently, then tugged harder, causing me to moan again. I could feel that I was on the verge of coming once more.

But once again, he stopped just before I could discover release. He removed the clamps and tossed them apart, climbed onto the bed beside me.

“Turn over,” he said, his voice rough with lust.

I rolled over obediently, presenting my ass to him. I felt his hand land hard against my flesh, the spank echoing through the room. I arched my back, begging for more.

He spanked me again, harder this time. And then again, and again, until my ass was sore and red. Each spank sent sparks of pleasure shooting through my body, and I moaned and writhed beneath his hands.

Finally, he stopped, and I felt his fingers trace a path between my legs once more. I was so wet now that I was practically dripping, and I knew that I was on the verge of an explosive orgasm.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “You’re mine now, my sweet. And I’m going to take you to your limits.”

And with that, he pushed me over that edge, sending me crashing into a tidal wave of pleasure that left me gasping and trembling beneath him. As my body finally relaxed, I knew that I had found my true calling as his submissive. And I knew that there were no limits to what we could do together.
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