Blind Submission

The cool, silken fabric enveloped her eyes, plunging her into a realm of darkness that heightened her other senses. She knew not where she was being led, but trusted in the firm grip on her elbow, the confident stride of the one guiding her. The anticipation sparked a flame deep within her, the unknown heightening her arousal, her body responding to the slightest touch.

Her senses strained, trying to decipher their surroundings from the ambient noises, the faint scent of damp earth, the slight chill in the air. A soft rustling of leaves beneath her feet betrayed their path through a wooded area, the smell of pine and damp loam filling her nostrils. Her heart pounded in her chest, a heady mix of excitement and fear, the delicious tension of not knowing what was to come.

Suddenly, the grip on her elbow tightened, leading her up a step, then another. The air grew warmer, the scent of wood smoke and candle wax teasing her senses. A door creaked open, the sound echoing in the darkness behind her. She was guided forward, the floor now hard and unyielding beneath her feet.

A hand pressed against her back, urging her to bend forward. She complied, the cool air of the room brushing against her heated skin as her dress was lifted. A soft rustle of fabric, the click of a lighter, and then heat enveloped her exposed bottom, the flame of a candle casting flickering shadows on the floor before her.

She gasped, the sensation of the wax dripping onto her skin both surprising and arousing. Each drop sent a jolt of pleasure-pain through her body, the heat seeping into her skin, marking her as his. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with each new drop.

The hand on her back urged her to stand, guiding her further into the room. She could feel the heat radiating from a fireplace, the crackle of flames the only sound in the otherwise silent room. A soft rustle of fabric had her turning, her outstretched hands encountering a soft, velvet-covered surface. She was guided to sit, the soft fabric caressing her skin as she settled onto the chaise lounge.

A gentle tug on the blindfold, and the world was once again open to her. She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the soft glow of the room. Candles flickered on every surface, casting shadows on the dark wood paneling and rich tapestries adorning the walls. A fire crackled in the hearth, a bottle of wine and two glasses resting on a table beside it.

Her dominant stood before her, clad in a sleek suit that perfectly accentuated his muscular form. His eyes were dark, a small smirk playing on his lips as he took in her disheveled appearance. She knew she must look a mess, her hair wild, her dress bunched around her waist, the wax still cooling on her skin.

But she didn’t care. She was his, completely and utterly, ready to submit to his every whim. And as he poured them each a glass of wine, his gaze never leaving hers, she knew that this was just the beginning of an unforgettable night.

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