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"Look at me." Her voice demanded, her cold hands gripping your shoulders firmly. Her green eyes demanded your attention coldly. She licks her lips lightly, the tip of her pink tongue running smoothly over her full red lips. "I am glad Kalo was right about you, because if she wasn’t, there would have been hell to pay. I paid more than I should have for you, you know." She says, snapping a cool leather collar with a leash attached around your neck. Her hands slide slowly down your arms, and she holds the end of the leash loosely. She circles you, nodding approvingly as she takes in your finely toned muscles and golden skin. You can't help but be slightly attracted to her, even though she has complete control over you. She is tall, about 5'8 inches, with her long red hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, a few stray pieces falling forward into her green eyes. She is clad in a skintight sleeveless leather jumpsuit, with the zipper unzipped partially, exposing part her full breasts. A silk collar hangs around her neck, hanging tantalizingly above the zipper of her jump suit. You can feel the temperature of the room rise under her shrewd gaze. She runs a hand through your short black hair, and smiles approvingly. "Kalo was right, you are a fine specimen." She says under her breath, and you wonder if you were meant to hear it. Her hand snakes its way up your bare chest and tilts your chin up from where you were looking so your dark blue eyes meet her gaze. "You are mine now, do you understand?" she asks sharply, her emerald eyes boring holes into your very existence.
"Ye. .Yes." you say quietly, hesitantly. "Good." She snaps harshly. "Now, come with me." She says, tugging gently on the leash that she still holds in her hand. You follow her slowly, listening to the sound of her heels clicking on the hard floor and the sound of leather rubbing against itself. She leads you out of the bright room you had been standing in, and down a dark corridor, to a large wooden door. She pushes the door open with the palm of one perfectly shaped hand, and leads you inside. The room is dimly lit, and you can make out a large bed in the middle. The bed is beautifully made, with tall, carved wooden posts at the corners, and a dark red satin canopy. The canopy matches the satin sheets that peak out from under a black comforter and black pillows. She pulls you through the doorway, closing the door behind you, and into the center of the room. Your back is to the door, and she stands in front of you, her chin up, green eyes sparkling with mischief. The zipper of her jump suit has slipped down farther, exposing more flesh to your sight. When she senses the direction of your gaze, a slight smirk appears on her flawless features. Her left hand runs up her side slowly, and across her stomach. Her perfectly manicured fingers grasp the zipper pull and tugs on it ever so slightly, allowing it to slip down past the bottom of her breasts. She inhales deeply, and her full breasts strain against the tight leather. You notice a small mole on her stomach, just below her right breast, barely visible as it peaks out from under the zipper.
"Come here pet," she says quietly, tugging on your leash a bit. You can't help but approach, captured by her beauty and the creamy expanse of flesh that is just a short distance away. Your mind is screaming out in protest, telling you not to give in, but you ignore the voice of reason that is screaming in your head. "Don’t be afraid, I wont hurt you." Her voice rings out sweetly, innocent yet demanding. Hesitantly you take a few steps in her direction, and she smirks as your eyes once again travel from her face to the expanse of flesh that continues to taunt you. Her surprisingly small hand reaches out, and grasps your larger hand. Her hand is cold, and fits perfectly in yours. She pulls gently on your hand, bringing you closer to her, and she reaches out with the other and places it on your shoulder, still holding the leash. Her hand dances out of your grasp and playfully up your arm, causing goose bumps to rise on your smooth skin. Her small hand continues up your arm, across your shoulder and up your neck. She then runs her hand through your hair, pulling you even closer. The warm skin of your chest and stomach come in contact with cool leather as your bodies touch. The touch sends shock waves through your body and your arms wrap around her waist pulling her closer. "See?" She questions. "Its not that bad. Give in. Desire is only your enemy if you ignore its power." She whispers lightly before your lips meet in a light kiss. The kiss quickly becomes more demanding, her tongue soon seeking out entrance to your mouth, wanting to taste you. Your arms pull her closer, and your tongue joins the duel. Her hands move down onto your chest, and push you away gently. "More will come." She says quietly, running a finger down your stomach. She smiles as she notices once again the loose pants that hang off your slim hips. "Unzip." She demands, placing you hand on the zipper of her jumpsuit. You pull the zipper down slowly, following it downwards with your eyes. Her smooth flat stomach is soon exposed from under the leather, and her ample cleavage threatens to escape the tight confines of the leather. "Shoes. Off. Now." She says, sitting on the foot of the bed and sticking her foot in the air. Quickly you drop to your knees and unzip her boots and then slide them off gently.
She pushed you shoulder gently, knocking you from your knees to your back, and stands up slowly. "You are surprisingly docile for someone of your stature." She says, strutting towards you. "I can be, but only is it pleases you Mistress." You reply quietly, hoping you she isn’t going to throw you out. "Good." She purrs, kneeling down in front of you, straddling your hips seductively. Her hips brush lightly against your, causing your body to react in ways that you don’t want it to. Your hands grab her hips, and grind them down onto yours, in a reaction based on instinct. You can hear her inhale sharply as your warm body comes in contact with the cool leather of her jumpsuit. "This," she said indicating her jumpsuit, "is a bit restricting. Help me take it off will you?" she purred questioningly.
Once the leather jumpsuit has found its way onto the floor, she snaps at you again, "On your feet, Now!" she growls. With that she struts slowly over to a niche in the wall, her hips swaying tantalizingly, and picks up a length of rope and a long black whip. Standing, you look around and notice for the first time the hook that is suspended about a foot above you head. A shiver runs down your spine as you think of what may be to come.
"Kalo says your one of them, she says you are one of the few still out there who get pleasure from pain, like me. Well, lets test your pain tolerance shall we? I have one rule, you get a signale, one word that you can say when you have had enough and I will stop, is that clear?"
"Yes Mistress,"
"What do you wish to use as your signale?" she asks, circling you slowly, warming the whip in her hand.
"_________" The word falls from your lips quicker than you can stop it.
"As you wish." she says, cracking her whip in a testing manner. “Hands, Now.” She commands, setting the whip down on the bed and taking the length of rope in her hands.
Suppressing a smirk, you place your hands in front of you, the insides of your wrists pressed loosely together. She winds the rope around your wrists tightly. You twist your wrists experimentally, testing the tightness of the rope.
She steps back to survey her handiwork and smiles approvingly. Her hands reach out and grasp the rope, pulling your arms above your head. The rope hooks easily on the hook, only pulling slightly on your arms.
“Good. Its just the right height.” She says, trailing a small hand down your chest, and you inhale sharply as a finger dips below the waistband of the loose pants that hang off your hips, the other playing with the strings that hold them on. With a small tug they come loose, barely hanging off your hips.
You have to bite back a gasp as a suprisingly cold hand snakes its way across your stomach and tugs gently on your loose pants, causing them to fall to the floor. With a satisfied smirk she turns and quickly walks back to the bed to retrieve her whip. With another testing snap she circles you slowly, her green eyes sparkling brightly in the dim light as they travel up and down your body.

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"Look at me." Her voice demanded, her cold hands gripping your shoulders firmly. Her green eyes demanded your attention coldly. She licks her lips lightly, the tip of her pink tongue running smoothly over her full red lips. "I am glad Kalo was right about you, because if she wasn’t, there would have been hell to pay. I paid more than I should have for you, you know." She says, snapping a cool leather collar with a leash attached around your neck. Her hands slide slowly down your arms, and she holds the end of the leash loosely. She circles you, nodding approvingly as she takes in your finely toned muscles and golden skin. You can't help but be slightly attracted to her, even though she has complete control over you. She is tall, about 5'8 inches, with her long red hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, a few stray pieces falling forward into her green eyes. She is clad in a skintight sleeveless leather jumpsuit, with the zipper unzipped partially, exposing part her full breasts. A silk collar hangs around her neck, hanging tantalizingly above the zipper of her jump suit. You can feel the temperature of the room rise under her shrewd gaze. She runs a hand through your short black hair, and smiles approvingly. "Kalo was right, you are a fine specimen." She says under her breath, and you wonder if you were meant to hear it. Her hand snakes its way up your bare chest and tilts your chin up from where you were looking so your dark blue eyes meet her gaze. "You are mine now, do you understand?" she asks sharply, her emerald eyes boring holes into your very existence.
"Ye. .Yes." you say quietly, hesitantly. "Good." She snaps harshly. "Now, come with me." She says, tugging gently on the leash that she still holds in her hand. You follow her slowly, listening to the sound of her heels clicking on the hard floor and the sound of leather rubbing against itself. She leads you out of the bright room you had been standing in, and down a dark corridor, to a large wooden door. She pushes the door open with the palm of one perfectly shaped hand, and leads you inside. The room is dimly lit, and you can make out a large bed in the middle. The bed is beautifully made, with tall, carved wooden posts at the corners, and a dark red satin canopy. The canopy matches the satin sheets that peak out from under a black comforter and black pillows. She pulls you through the doorway, closing the door behind you, and into the center of the room. Your back is to the door, and she stands in front of you, her chin up, green eyes sparkling with mischief. The zipper of her jump suit has slipped down farther, exposing more flesh to your sight. When she senses the direction of your gaze, a slight smirk appears on her flawless features. Her left hand runs up her side slowly, and across her stomach. Her perfectly manicured fingers grasp the zipper pull and tugs on it ever so slightly, allowing it to slip down past the bottom of her breasts. She inhales deeply, and her full breasts strain against the tight leather. You notice a small mole on her stomach, just below her right breast, barely visible as it peaks out from under the zipper.
"Come here pet," she says quietly, tugging on your leash a bit. You can't help but approach, captured by her beauty and the creamy expanse of flesh that is just a short distance away. Your mind is screaming out in protest, telling you not to give in, but you ignore the voice of reason that is screaming in your head. "Don’t be afraid, I wont hurt you." Her voice rings out sweetly, innocent yet demanding. Hesitantly you take a few steps in her direction, and she smirks as your eyes once again travel from her face to the expanse of flesh that continues to taunt you. Her surprisingly small hand reaches out, and grasps your larger hand. Her hand is cold, and fits perfectly in yours. She pulls gently on your hand, bringing you closer to her, and she reaches out with the other and places it on your shoulder, still holding the leash. Her hand dances out of your grasp and playfully up your arm, causing goose bumps to rise on your smooth skin. Her small hand continues up your arm, across your shoulder and up your neck. She then runs her hand through your hair, pulling you even closer. The warm skin of your chest and stomach come in contact with cool leather as your bodies touch. The touch sends shock waves through your body and your arms wrap around her waist pulling her closer. "See?" She questions. "Its not that bad. Give in. Desire is only your enemy if you ignore its power." She whispers lightly before your lips meet in a light kiss. The kiss quickly becomes more demanding, her tongue soon seeking out entrance to your mouth, wanting to taste you. Your arms pull her closer, and your tongue joins the duel. Her hands move down onto your chest, and push you away gently. "More will come." She says quietly, running a finger down your stomach. She smiles as she notices once again the loose pants that hang off your slim hips. "Unzip." She demands, placing you hand on the zipper of her jumpsuit. You pull the zipper down slowly, following it downwards with your eyes. Her smooth flat stomach is soon exposed from under the leather, and her ample cleavage threatens to escape the tight confines of the leather. "Shoes. Off. Now." She says, sitting on the foot of the bed and sticking her foot in the air. Quickly you drop to your knees and unzip her boots and then slide them off gently.
She pushed you shoulder gently, knocking you from your knees to your back, and stands up slowly. "You are surprisingly docile for someone of your stature." She says, strutting towards you. "I can be, but only is it pleases you Mistress." You reply quietly, hoping you she isn’t going to throw you out. "Good." She purrs, kneeling down in front of you, straddling your hips seductively. Her hips brush lightly against your, causing your body to react in ways that you don’t want it to. Your hands grab her hips, and grind them down onto yours, in a reaction based on instinct. You can hear her inhale sharply as your warm body comes in contact with the cool leather of her jumpsuit. "This," she said indicating her jumpsuit, "is a bit restricting. Help me take it off will you?" she purred questioningly.
Once the leather jumpsuit has found its way onto the floor, she snaps at you again, "On your feet, Now!" she growls. With that she struts slowly over to a niche in the wall, her hips swaying tantalizingly, and picks up a length of rope and a long black whip. Standing, you look around and notice for the first time the hook that is suspended about a foot above you head. A shiver runs down your spine as you think of what may be to come.
"Kalo says your one of them, she says you are one of the few still out there who get pleasure from pain, like me. Well, lets test your pain tolerance shall we? I have one rule, you get a signale, one word that you can say when you have had enough and I will stop, is that clear?"
"Yes Mistress,"
"What do you wish to use as your signale?" she asks, circling you slowly, warming the whip in her hand.
"_________" The word falls from your lips quicker than you can stop it.
"As you wish." she says, cracking her whip in a testing manner. “Hands, Now.” She commands, setting the whip down on the bed and taking the length of rope in her hands.
Suppressing a smirk, you place your hands in front of you, the insides of your wrists pressed loosely together. She winds the rope around your wrists tightly. You twist your wrists experimentally, testing the tightness of the rope.
She steps back to survey her handiwork and smiles approvingly. Her hands reach out and grasp the rope, pulling your arms above your head. The rope hooks easily on the hook, only pulling slightly on your arms.
“Good. Its just the right height.” She says, trailing a small hand down your chest, and you inhale sharply as a finger dips below the waistband of the loose pants that hang off your hips, the other playing with the strings that hold them on. With a small tug they come loose, barely hanging off your hips.
You have to bite back a gasp as a suprisingly cold hand snakes its way across your stomach and tugs gently on your loose pants, causing them to fall to the floor. With a satisfied smirk she turns and quickly walks back to the bed to retrieve her whip. With another testing snap she circles you slowly, her green eyes sparkling brightly in the dim light as they travel up and down your body.