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Author's Note:
"I am a dancer who is a relative novice in this dark and exotic world.
However, what I lack in experience I make up for in enthusiasm and extremely
good instincts (from what I have been told).
I respectfully offer you this submission, which was created only days before I was initiated into this mysterious world of BDSM. I do hope you enjoy it." Editors Note: The following story depicts erotic power exchange between a male dominant and female submissive including sexual content. As photographic depictions of this nature are not legal in the U.S. and Canada, the photos herein substitute a female domininant.
"Please do not move. The Master will be with you directly." The servants retreat and silently close the door to the library. It is relatively dark in the richly-appointed room, the only illumination coming from ancient candelabras. It is not cold, but I feel a chill of delicious apprehension as I kneel on the thickly-carpeted floor. The large, overstuffed armchairs look inviting, but I dare not move from the highly-exposed kneeling position the servants have directed me into. |