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ART OF SEDUCTION THE RULES HE SET FOR ME
#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
ART OF SEDUCTION THE RULES HE SET FOR ME
#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
ART OF SEDUCTION THE RULES HE SET FOR ME
#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
ART OF SEDUCTION THE RULES HE SET FOR ME
#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
ART OF SEDUCTION THE RULES HE SET FOR ME
#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
ART OF SEDUCTION THE RULES HE SET FOR ME
#RULE 12: MY BODY BELONGS TO MY MASTER. I WILL NOT WITHHOLD ANY PART OF MY BODY FROM MY MASTER’S PLEASURE OR USE, INCLUDING MY ASSHOLE.The dimly lit room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing and soft moans. My body was stretched out on a cold, hard table, restrained in various ways: my wrists bound above my head, my ankles secured to the legs of the table. I could feel the cool air brushing against my bare skin, and the rough texture of the leather beneath me. I knew that this was the playroom, where I belonged to someone else, and that they could do whatever they wanted with me.My Master stood before me, his tall, muscular frame casting a long shadow across the room. His hands gripped the hem of his black leather pants, slowly pulling them down to reveal his erect cock, already leaking pre-cum. He stepped forward, positioning himself between my spread legs, and pressed the head of his cock against my entrance.“Are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice low and rough. I cou
ART OF SEDUCTION THE RULES HE SET FOR ME
#RULE 13: I WILL PLEASE MY MASTER HOWEVER THE WAY HE WANTS AND I BELIEVE HE WILL GIVE ME WHATEVER I DESERVE IN EXCHANGE.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.“Are you ready for me, p
ART OF SEDUCTION THE RULES HE SET FOR ME
My name is Anastasia, and this is the life I have chosen, the life I now lead under his rule. It might seem strange, even perverse, to those who live beyond these walls, in the so-called normal world. But this is my story—my reality, my truth. A story woven with rules, boundaries, and a surrender so complete that it feels as though I no longer belong to myself but to him, my Master. I have surrendered everything to him—my body, my mind, my very soul. To the outside world, I may be seen as a victim, a slave, but within these walls, I am something far more complex. The rules he sets are not merely guidelines; they are the framework of my existence. Each one is a tether that binds me closer to him, reinforcing my submission, my role. They are there to keep me safe, to ensure that I never stray from the path he has laid out for me. Some might call it control, even oppress
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