Overview

I prepared myself for my Mistress, following her instructions to the letter. My submission to her had awoken something primal in me, and tonight she wanted to take it further.

The blindfold snapped into place around my head, my sense of sight now belonging to my Mistress along with the use of my limbs, which were each bound to the bed with tight ropes.

She dominated and teased me like I was putty in her hands, punishing me if I dared step out of line.

As I heard the sound of straps being fastened, I knew my tolerance for pain was about to be tested. I was going to have to prove to her that I was a good lesbian slave, worthy of her domination.