She stands silent, gloved hands on hips, outward emotions hidden beneath a perfect exterior, her figure delicate and menacing in the darkness. Powerful and confident, those cold eyes never wander, fixed upon you; there is no escape.
Her clothes shimmer as she moves closer, the sound of her heels on the stone floor echoing as she sizes up her prey. Her tightly laced corset announces a need for discipline and order, and her gloves, her stockings, compliment every curve.
A smirk betrays her, suggesting amusement as she gazes upon you. Staring into your eyes, she lifts a hand to your face. You kiss it lightly, briefly, not daring to linger. She pauses for a moment and then draws her hand slowly, gracefully away. Do not interrupt her silence; it is forbidden to speak unless spoken to.
She will always have her way, and you will proudly indulge her. She turns before stepping around you as you remain still, kneeling and looking ahead, never daring to flinch, to inquire, to explore with your eyes. While she pleases herself out of sight, attempting to trick you, to stimulate your curiosity, you remain still, focused, faithful to her true wishes. You feel an unshakable desire to please your Mistress, tonight and forever.
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I haven't uploaded anything in a while for various reasons. I figured it was time I attempted something a bit different too
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