The music was ethereal and set the mood for what I wanted to accomplish tonight, take her repeatedly to the brink of that place that every submissive wishes to enter and holding her there until she couldn’t stand it. Bound not only physically but mentally, begging for release, offering up her true soul to me. Smiling, I continued my preparations, intentionally placing my tools on the table so they would make just enough noise as to give her the slightest hint of what they were. Already I could tell that the mental bondage had started. Her clothes hadn’t even been removed or the restraints that she now wore attached to anything -- and she still hadn’t moved.

Walking up behind her I stood with my mouth just inches from her ear, not saying anything, relishing her scent, drinking in her ...

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