The leather restraints bit into my wrists, cold and unforgiving. My bare chest tightened with each breath, the anticipation a knot in my stomach. Above me, Madame Eva, her eyes the color of glacial ice, surveyed her domain. Her Austrian accent dripped with authority. This was femdom at its most primal.
“Sklave,” she hissed, the word like a lash. “You will learn to obey.”
A single, bare bulb illuminated the small, sparsely furnished room. The air hung thick with the scent of leather, sweat, and something subtly metallic. I’d arrived willingly, seeking this surrender, this complete and utter loss of control. Fetisch fulfilled.
The riding crop landed first on my thighs. Not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to make me gasp. Each strike was accompanied by a command, a word of degradation that burrowed into my mind. She was a Herrin, a true goddess of pain and pleasure.
“Look at me, worm,” she demanded. My gaze flickered up to meet hers. “Beg.”
The word caught in my throat. Pride warred with a burgeoning desire to submit completely. But her eyes held mine, a promise of deeper torment if I refused. I swallowed hard.
“Please, Madame,” I whispered, the sound barely audible. “Please, punish me.”
A cruel smile played on her lips. She moved closer, the scent of her perfume intoxicating. Her fingers traced the line of my jaw, a delicate touch that belied her inner sadist. "Good. You are learning."
The crop rose again, this time aimed lower, striking with a sharp, stinging blow that echoed in the small room. My body bucked against the restraints. A moan escaped my lips. This was what I craved. The complete surrender to her Sadsomaso desires. My Domina was in control, and I was her willing slave.
She continued her play. Making my body dance on her tunes, her Female Domination was the one I wanted. This austrian lady was the most beautiful Mistress I have ever seen.
This scene contains elements of BDSM, fetish, and female domination. All participants are consenting adults.
