As I sat there, my fingers fumbled with the latch on my leather restraints, anxiously awaiting your arrival. The anticipation was almost unbearable as I imagined what delights were in store for me tonight. My mind raced with scenarios of what you might have planned for me, and how I would endure it all to please you.
When you entered the room, you wore a look that was both commanding and tender. Your eyes locked onto mine, silently demanding submission. As you approached me, your confidence radiated from every pore, exuding an air of authority that left no doubt as to who was in control.
You stood before me, a whip in one hand and a riding crop in the other, both held with a mastery that spoke volumes about your skill in this domain. Your gaze traveled down my body, lingering on my bound wrists, then up again to meet mine. The weight of your scrutiny was almost palpable, as if you could see right through me.
As you circled around me, your footsteps echoing through the room like a drumbeat announcing your dominance, I found myself growing more excited by the second. My heart pounded in my chest as you finally stopped behind me, your warm breath on my neck sending shivers down my spine.
You ran your fingers lightly over my bound arms, tracing every contour and curve with a gentle firmness that belied the strength lurking beneath. Your touch was almost possessive, claiming me as yours from head to toe. I could feel the growing tension in my loins, yearning for release but knowing it would have to wait until you were ready.
Without warning, you slapped me hard across both cheeks with the whip's tip, a small cry escaping my lips at the unexpected sting. This was only the beginning, however. As your hand traced its way back up my body, you followed suit, leaving a trail of red marks that bore testament to your dominance.
Each stroke brought with it an exquisite blend of pain and pleasure, sending waves of sensation coursing through me like wildfire. With each lash, my submission deepened, until I was wholly devoted to satisfying your every desire. The more you tormented me, the more my body responded in kind, craving even greater levels of stimulation.
As you continued your assault on my skin, you reached around and began to fondle my genitals. Your skilled fingers massaged my balls gently at first, then applied increasing pressure as you sought out sensitive spots. My cock began to stiffen under your touch, straining against its restraints in anticipation of what was to come.
You switched hands then, the whip now held firmly in one, while the other reached between my legs and began stroking my erect member. The contrasting sensations of pain from the whip's lashings and pleasure from your expert caresses were almost too much to bear. Yet, I found myself sinking deeper into subspace, relishing the sensation of being completely at your mercy.
The pace quickened as you continued your attentions, switching between stroking my cock and teasing my balls. Every so often, you'd pause long enough for me to catch my breath before resuming with renewed vigor. Your fingers were relentless, coaxing ever-greater levels of arousal from me until I felt as though I might explode at any moment.
Finally, you stopped altogether, leaving me panting and gasping for air. As I waited anxiously for the next phase of my submission, your voice broke through the silence like a thunderclap, commanding me to "cum for me." Instantly, a torrent of hot, sticky fluid sprayed forth from my straining cock, soaking both me and the floor beneath us.
As the last drops of my essence hit the ground, I slumped forward into your waiting arms, completely drained yet exhilarated by the experience. My body still hummed with energy from our encounter, a testament to the power you held over me. As you whispered sweet nothings into my ear and stroked my back, I knew that this was only the beginning of our journey together, bound by the unspoken bond of Dominance & Submission.