I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth at the taste of her tongue against mine, and my hips pulse reflexively up to meet hers. But before I can reach the heat emanating from her core, she grasps my neck in her hand and pushes me away, pressing...
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I revel in the sounds my heels make as they click against the concrete basement. The dim lighting allow the leather on my boots to shine and add a soft glow to my soft skin.
The hallway leading to the dungeon is long for this very reason.
So the client can hear my footsteps slowly yet powerfully approaching them.
So their bodies shiver in anticipation of what I'm going to do to them. A delicious combination of fear and excitement leaks from their bodies, and I consume every emotion like a thirsty bitch in heat.
The bull whip in my hand feels rough against my fingers, and I softly stroke the cord before letting it drag audibly on the floor behind me.
I enter the room and there he is in all his glory.
My eyes trail from the thick black rope wrapped tightly around his strong wrists, binding him to the ceiling, rendering him helpless. He hangs naked, the tips of his toes brushing the concrete, his body stretched in a position somewhere between uncomfortable and secure.
His naked back is facing me, and fuck if he doesn't look like an offering up for sacrifice.
And I am the faithless Mistress who will be taking it.
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