Masochist's Bondage Rhapsody

A serf, bound and gagged, awaits his mistress's pleasure in the dimly lit dungeon. She enters, a vision of dominance in her leather corset, and begins to tease him with a riding crop, tracing its tip along his bare flesh. He shudders, his cock hardening in anticipation. She laughs, a sound like velvet and steel, and brings the crop down firmly on his ass. He moans, a sound of pleasure-pain that makes her smile. She continues to strike him, each blow sending waves of sensation through him, until he's a quivering, panting mess. Then, she leans in close, her breath hot on his ear, and whispers, "You're mine to use, to pleasure, to hurt. And you love it, don't you, my pet?"

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