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As soon as she entered the room, she felt a shiver run down her spine. It was the familiar feeling of fear and excitement that had been haunting her for the past few weeks, ever since she had agreed to be a part of the BDSM journey of submission and domination that her Master had promised her.

She eyed the equipment that lay on the bed – the cuffs, the rope, the gags – and felt her heart racing in her chest. She was ready for this. She had trained for this. And now, it was finally time.

As soon as she stripped off her clothes, she felt herself submitting completely to her Master’s will. She was his to command, his to bring pleasure to, his to punish. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

The first thing her Master did was put her in a collar, one that had a small tag on it that read “Property of Master”. It was a clear sign to anyone who saw her that she was under his control. And she loved it.

Next, he cuffed her hands behind her back and led her to the bed. She lay down, her body taut with anticipation, as he began to tie her up with ropes, twisting them around her arms, her legs, her torso.

“Such a beautiful sight,” he murmured as he leaned over her, his fingers tracing the contours of her body. “All mine.”

She moaned, feeling herself getting wet with desire. She was completely at his mercy now. Whatever he wanted to do to her, she would let him.

“Are you ready, my little slave?” he asked, his voice low and commanding.

“Yes, Master,” she whispered, her eyes closing in ecstasy.

And then he began. He spanked her, his hand landing hard on her ass cheeks, making her whimper and squirm. He teased her, running his fingers over her pussy lips, but never letting them enter her. He pulled on her nipples, making her writhe with pleasure.

Every time she wondered she might truly orgasm, he would pull back, denying her the release she craved.

“Please, Master,” she begged, gasping for breath. “Let me come.”

“Not yet,” he said, his voice firm. “You haven’t earned it.”

And so he continued to tease and punish her, his hands and mouth bringing her to the brink, but never quite letting her fall over. She lost track of time, lost track of everything but the feeling of his touch, the sound of his voice.

Finally, when he deemed she had suffered enough, he untied her, removing the ropes and the cuffs. She lay there, panting and spent, her body completely his.

He leaned over her, his lips brushing against hers. “Good girl,” he said softly, before kissing her deeply.

She couldn’t help but moan as she tasted herself on his tongue. She had never felt so alive, so turned on, so utterly submissive.

And she couldn’t wait for the next time they had a BDSM journey of submission and domination.
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