Stephenson's Submission: A Bondman's Tale

In the dimly lit chamber, a bound man, collar secured around his neck, awaits his mistress' command. His eyes flutter closed as she trails a riding crop across his chest, leaving faint red welts in its wake. She orders him to his knees, and he complies, eager to please. She runs her fingers through his hair, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "You belong to me now," she whispers, before unleashing a flurry of strikes, each one drawing a gasp from his lips.

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