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As the sun set on a dark and stormy night, Sarah found herself alone in her small country cottage. She had no plans for the evening, and the storm outside raged on, making her feel restless and trapped. As she paced around her living room, her mind began to wander to more taboo desires. She couldn’t help but feel a sudden attraction to the idea of being restrained and dominated by a strong, powerful man. She had never acted on her desires before, but the storm made her feel brave. She knew that if she didn’t act now, she might never have the courage to do it again.

With trembling hands, Sarah began to strip off her clothes one by one, allowing herself to feel the cool air against her bare skin. She then slipped into a pair of black satin panties and a matching bra, feeling a rush of excitement as she imagined herself being helpless and at the mercy of a dominant lover.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Sarah’s heart skipped a beat. She knew that she had not invited anyone over, and the only visitors she ever received were the occasional Jehovah’s witnesses. She hesitated for a moment, but then made her way to the door and slowly opened it, revealing a tall, dark, and handsome man with piercing blue eyes.

“Good evening, Sarah,” he said in a deep, commanding voice. He was dressed in a stylish black suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and muscular frame.

“Who are you?” she asked, feeling a strange mixture of fear and arousal.

“I am your master,” he replied, taking her hand and leading her back into the living room.

Sarah’s heart was pounding in her chest. This was it. This was what she had been wanting for so long; to be dominated and controlled by a man who knew what he was doing. He led her to the couch, where he quickly subdued her with a pair of handcuffs that he had brought with him. Sarah felt her pulse accelerating as he began to undress her, taking his time with each garment. Soon, she was completely naked in front of him, vulnerable, and exposed.

The man took a black blindfold out of his pocket and covered her eyes. Sarah could feel her heart beating even faster as she was left alone in total darkness.

She felt him approaching her from behind, and she felt fingers running down her naked spine. He whispered in her ear, his words sending shivers down her spine.

“I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before,” he said, and she could hear the smile on his lips.

Sarah felt him tie her up, and she was completely powerless. She could do nothing but wait and feel. She felt herself being lifted up and taken to another room where she was placed on a cold, hard surface. She could hear him moving around her, his footsteps echoing in the empty room. Suddenly, she felt something cold and metallic against her skin, and she gasped as he tightened it around her neck.

“Do you like that?” he whispered. “Do you like being helpless?”

“Yes,” she moaned in response.

His voice became more distant as he left the room. Sarah felt herself growing wet, and she longed for his touch. Minutes turned into hours as she lay there in the darkness, her mind racing with numerous erotic fantasies.

Finally, the sound of his footsteps approached again, and she felt a warm breath on her neck.

“Are you ready to be satisfied?” he asked.

“Yes,” she replied.

He began to touch her, his hands roaming over her body, exploring her most sensitive areas. Sarah moaned and writhed under his touch, powerless to withstand him. She felt his erection against her, and he entered her with ease.

As they moved together, Sarah felt herself being pushed to the brink of ecstasy. The sensations were so intense that she couldn’t help but scream. The man continued to move, taking her to the highest peaks of pleasure, until she finally exploded in an orgasmic rush.

As Sarah lay there, panting and sweating, the man untied her and removed the handcuffs. He removed the blindfold, and she saw his face for the first time. His blue eyes sparkled in the dim light, and his lips were turned up in a satisfied smile.

“Did I make your fantasies come true?” he asked.

“Yes,” she replied, still recovering from the intense pleasure he had given her.

“You’re a natural submissive,” he said, nodding his head in approval.

With those words, Sarah felt as if she had found her true self. She knew that she would crave this type of experience for the rest of her life. She had found her own twisted desire.
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