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ART OF SEDUCTION THE RULES HE SET FOR ME
#RULE 4: I WILL WEAR MY COLLAR AND LEASH AT ALL TIMES, EXCEPT WHEN I AM GIVEN PERMISSION TO REMOVE THEM.I glanced at the clock on the wall, my heart pounding with anticipation. It was finally time for our playroom session, where I would submit entirely to my Master’s will. I dutifully walked into the room, my eyes quickly adjusting to the dimly lit atmosphere. My Master stood before me, a devilish grin on his face as he held the leash attached to my collar.“You know the rules, bella,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. “Rule 4: I will wear my collar and leash at all times, except when I am given permission to remove them.”I nodded, my eyes locked onto his. “Yes, Master. I understand.”He pulled on the leash, guiding me towards the center of the room. My heart raced as I felt the cool leather collar around my neck, a constant reminder of my submission to him. I knelt before him, the soft fabric of the leash against my skin as he secured it to my collar.“Good girl,” he murmured
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#RULE 5: I WILL USE MY MOUTH ONLY FOR PLEASING MY MASTER. I WILL NOT USE MY MOUTH FOR ANYTHING UNRELATED TO PLEASE MY MASTER.In the dimly lit room of the large mansion, the air was thick with anticipation and desire. The walls were adorned with leather straps, whips, and other tools of pleasure and pain. A heavy oak table dominated the center of the room, its smooth surface cold and unforgiving. Against one wall stood a tall, imposing St. Andrew’s cross, its arms extended invitingly. In the center of the room, I kneeled on the floor, head bowed respectfully. I had wore only a collar around my neck, a leather choker, and a tight pair of latex shorts.My Master stood before me, towering over me. His presence was commanding, his voice deep and authoritative. He was dressed in an elegant tailored suit, his chest bare save for a leather harness that held a whip and a small vial of lubricant. His eyes scanned over me slowly, taking in my submission, my willingness to please.“Are you ready
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#RULE 6: I WILL WEAR A CHASTITY BELT THAT IS LOCKED AT ALL TIMES, WITH THE ONLY KEY IN THE POSSESSION OF MY MASTER. My heart pounds with anticipation as I lie on my back on the cold, hard table, my wrists and ankles secured to its edges by thick leather straps. I can feel the rough fabric of the tabletop against my bare skin, and the air is thick with the scent of leather and burning candles. I can’t help but shiver with excitement as I glance over at my Master, who stands before me, his dark eyes gleaming in the flickering candlelight.He reaches out and runs his fingers down my stomach, teasing me with the touch. “Are you ready for more?” he asks, his voice low and husky. I nod eagerly, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. “Good girl,” he says, and then he’s kneeling between my spread legs, his warm breath fanning my sensitive flesh.The feeling of his lips on my skin sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I arch my back, unable to contain my moan. His tongue dances over
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#RULE 7: AFTER HAVING THE PUNISHMENT IF I BEHAVE WELL, MASTER SHALL REWARD ME THE WAY HE WANTS.As I kneel in the dimly lit playroom, my heart races with anticipation, knowing that tonight, I’ll be subjected to a sensual and erotic exploration of pain and pleasure. I’ve been looking forward to this session with my Master for weeks. The strict rules he’s laid out for our encounter only add to the excitement.We begin with the familiar ritual of our dynamic, as he enters the room and stands before me, his expression stoic and commanding. As my heart beats faster, I can’t help but admire the power he holds over me - and the pleasure I know he’ll bring me.Master approaches, and without a word, he removes my robe, exposing my bound body to his gaze. I shiver slightly, but remain silent, as per our agreed-upon rule: after the punishment, if I behaved well, my Master shall reward me the way he wants. And right now I am waiting for the same reward.He studies my form, his eyes roaming over e
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#RULE 8: I AM NOT PERMITTED TO SPEAK UNLESS SPOKEN TO. I MAY ONLY RESPOND WITH “YES, MASTER” OR “NO, MASTER” WHEN ADDRESSED.The soft, plush carpet tickles my bare soles as I pad across the playroom. The air is thick with anticipation, and my heart thunders in my chest. I am wearing nothing but a black latex corset that hugs my ribs and emphasizes my every breath, a matching thong, and a pair of knee-high latex boots. My Master is already here, standing before a towering wooden cross. He’s stripped down to just his black leather trousers, revealing every inch of his toned, muscular body. He’s gazing at me with a predatory glint in his eye, his expression unreadable.He clears his throat, and I immediately tense, my body responding to the unspoken command. “You look lovely, my pet,” he says, his voice low and husky. “Are you ready for our little game?”I swallow hard, my throat feeling tight. “Yes, Master,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.He steps forward, his hand cupping my cheek
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#RULE 9: I WILL NOT ENGAGE IN ANY ACTIVITY THAT DOES NOT BENEFIT, PLEASE, OR AMUSE MY MASTER.As I lie bound and gagged on the cold, hard floor of the playroom, my Master stands over me with a stern expression. He’s dressed in his usual black leather attire, accentuating every curve and edge of his muscular form. A smirk forms on his lips as he gazes down at my helpless figure, and I can’t help but feel a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through my veins.“Do you understand Rule 8, pet?” he asks, his voice deep and commanding. I nod hastily, eager to show my compliance.“Yes, Master. I will not engage in any activity that does not benefit, please, or amuse you,” I reply, my voice muffled by the ball gag in my mouth.He chuckles softly, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “That’s right, pet. Now, let’s see how well you follow that rule.”With that, he reaches down and unties the gag, freeing my mouth from its confines. My lips part slightly, and I let out a small gasp as
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#RULE 10: I WILL CONTINUALLY PUSH MYSELF TO THE LIMITS OF ENDURANCE AND PAIN, SEEKING MY MASTER’S PLEASURE AND PERMISSION TO GO FURTHER.The moment I stepped into the playroom, my heart raced with anticipation. The dimly lit room was filled with the familiar scent of leather and arousal, and my Master was waiting for me, dressed in his black leather attire.As he approached, he held up a small scroll, his eyes locked on mine. “Tonight, my pet, we’ll be exploring a new rule.” He handed me the scroll, and I carefully unraveled it, revealing the words: “I will continually push myself to the limits of endurance and pain, seeking my Master’s pleasure and permission to go further.”A shiver ran down my spine as I read the words aloud, my voice barely above a whisper. My Master, sensing my hesitation, took my hand and led me to the center of the room. “Tonight, my pet, you will submit entirely to me and test the boundaries of your pain and pleasure.”He began by fastening me to the St. Andr
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#RULE 11: I WILL ALWAYS BEG FOR MORE TO PLEASE YOUR MASTER FORGETTING WHETHER HE WANTS OR NOT. I’m lying on my back, naked, my arms spread wide above my head. A thick leather strap binds my wrists to heavy-duty eye hooks in the ceiling. My legs are spread wide too, held apart by another strap looped around my ankles and secured to the ceiling on the opposite side of the room. The room is dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation and the scent of freshly polished leather and hot wax. I can feel the rough, cool concrete beneath me, and the tiny beads of sweat that have begun to trickle down my spine.He steps into my line of sight, his tall, broad frame silhouetted against the soft glow of the fireplace behind him. He’s wearing a black leather harness, the straps of which disappear between his powerful thighs and over his hips. His cock is already hard, straining against the leather, and a wicked smile plays at the corners of his lips.I watch as he approaches, his booted feet making
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