Sadomasochism: The Art of Control

A man, collared and on his knees, gazes up at his mistress. She circles him, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, a riding crop tapping against her thigh. She runs it over his back, down his spine, between his ass cheeks, making him shiver. 'Please, Mistress,' he whispers, 'use me.' She smiles, a cruel twist of her lips, and brings the crop down, leaving a raised, red line. 'As you wish,' she purrs, her voice like velvet and venom.

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