As soon as she entered the room, she knew she was in for a treat. The Master of her submission was waiting for her, sitting patiently in his throne, his eyes never leaving hers. She felt a shiver running down her spine as she approached him, her body responding to his mere presence. She was ready for whatever he had in store for her, ready to surrender to his wants and desires.
Without a word, he motioned for her to kneel in front of him, and she obeyed without hesitation. She felt his hand on her hair, pulling it gently, as he leaned in to whisper in her ear.
“I want you to beg for my touch,” he said, his voice sending shivers through her entire being.
She didn’t hesitate, she knew what he wanted. She started to beg him to touch her, to take her, to make her his. She felt him smile, as he took her face into his hands, looking deep into her eyes.
“You are mine,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “And I will make sure you feel every ounce of pleasure and pain that I can offer.”
He stood up, and she followed him to the center of the room, where a large leather cushion was waiting for her. He motioned for her to lie down, and she complied, feeling the soft leather against her skin. He tied her hands and feet to the bedposts, leaving her completely restrained and at his mercy.
She closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the sensation of the leather against her skin, when suddenly she felt the first smack of his hand hitting her behind. It was a sharp, stinging pain that quickly turned into pleasure, as he continued to spank her, each smack harder than the last.
She cried out, feeling the heat spreading through her entire body, as he allowed her to feel a moment of respite, before resuming his strikes, this time with a paddle. She could hear the sound of his steps as he walked around her, his eyes never leaving her body, as he traced the curves of her behind with the paddle.
He was rough, but she could feel the love behind his touch, his desire to make her submit to him.
When he was done, he allowed her to soothe her burning skin, holding her in his arms, telling her how much she meant to him. She felt safe and loved, grateful to have someone who understood her needs and desires.
The night continued, with him taking her to new heights of pleasure and pain, each experience more intense than the last. She surrendered completely to him, experiencing the ultimate pleasure and satisfaction of submission.
As the night wore on, and the sun started to rise, she knew she had found her place. She was his, and he was hers. The Master of her Submission had taken her on a journey into pleasure and pain, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.