Head-Dom's Divine Indulgence

The room is filled with the scent of leather and the soft hum of anticipation. Mistress D, her head held high, surveys her domain. Her sub, bound and gagged, awaits her touch. She approaches, her heels clicking a steady rhythm, her eyes never leaving his. She runs a gloved hand through his hair, guiding his head back, exposing his neck. She leans down, her breath hot on his skin, and whispers, "Worship." He comply, his tongue finding the pulse point in her neck, tracing it, tasting it, as she guides him, her voice a low, sensual purr.

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