Submissive Whore Is The Best Kneeling Before Her Master

Trembling as I stepped into the Dungeon and understanding that as a Submissive Whore I was going to be used. First I noticed the air, thick with the scent of leather, steel, and something else—something primal that made my pussy clench involuntarily. My dominant days were me pleasuring over the power and control of subs -now – the roles are changed.

Consequently, this is my first experience were I will feel the exquisite agony – and pleasure- of total submission. The dungeon was cold, the stone floor beneath my bare feet, a shock to my system. Upon arrival I was instructed, naked except for the pair of stiletto heels. Ultimately emphasizing my vulnerability.

Now anticipation has my breath in shallow pants, and my nipples already hard with anticipation. Subsequently I had sought out Master Darius for months, hearing whispers of his sadistic prowess. And his ability to push a submissive beyond their limits. To obtain a realm of pleasure one hadn’t known existed.

“Kneel.” Was Spoken and Like a Submissive Whore, I obeyed

This first command echoed off the stone walls, and Eliana immediately dropped to her knees, her head bowing submissively. Having been trained well this is my truth, my deepest desire.

“Look at me, submissive.”

“You asked to be my submissive,” he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her body. “You said you crave the pain and the pleasure of my domination. Is that still true?”

“Yes, Master,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

“Louder,” he demanded. “I didn’t hear you.”

“Yes, Master!” this time with conviction.

“Good. Stand up.”

Now I rose to my feet, my body trembling with excitement and fear. I have no idea what he had planned, what tortures he would subject me to, and that uncertainty was part of the thrill.

“Turn around,” he commanded.

As instructed I turned slowly, presenting my back to him. He approached from behind, his fingers tracing the line of my spine, sending shivers through my entire body. His touch was both gentle and possessive, and I melted into it, despite my knees shaking with anticipation.

“You have a beautiful body, Eliana. Perfect for pain and pleasure,” he murmured, his voice right next to my ear. “And you’re already wet, aren’t you?” His fingers trailed lower, dancing over my ass cheeks before sliding between my legs. “Fuck, you’re drenched,” he growled, his fingers becoming slippery with my arousal. “You get off on this, don’t you? You get off on the thought of me hurting you, of me owning you.”

This is only the beginning…. a scene for us to explore…