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Bondage Phone Sex Makes Me Excitingly Shameless

Bondage Phone Sex is what I showed up to the club for. Obviously, I’d dressed deliberately in a tight, black latex dress that barely covered my ass, with a collar around my neck that screamed “submissive.” My hair was pulled back severely, emphasizing my vulnerability.

“I’m Eliana and I’m here for the party.” I say to the Bouncer, and showing my Invite.

First he checked his list and nodded, pulling the curtain aside to reveal a world of darkness and pleasure. Then as the scent   thick with leather, sweat, and sex. Dungeon monitors in black uniforms moved silently between stations, their eyes scanning the room for any sign of distress. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding with anticipation.

That’s when I saw him.

My Bondage Phone Sex Master Was Commanding Attention

He stood in the center of the room, a commanding figure in a black silk shirt and tailored slacks. His dark hair was slicked back, and his eyes—cold, piercing gray—seemed to see right through me. He was surrounded by three subs, all on their knees, all awaiting his command. I recognized him immediately from the online forums—Master Damien, known for his particular brand of sadism that left his subs begging for more.

As if feeling my gaze, his head turned, and those gray eyes locked onto mine. I froze, my body responding to his stare with a rush of heat that pooled between my thighs. He gave me a slow, deliberate once-over, his eyes lingering on my collar, my exposed legs, my trembling lips. Then, with a slight nod, he beckoned me forward.

Obviously My legs felt like jelly as I made my way across the room. Now conscious of every eye on me. When I reached him, I dropped to my knees immediately, my head bowed in submission.

A Submissive Whore Name Eliana

“Name?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my chest.

“Eliana, Master,” I replied, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach.

“Good girl,” he said, his fingers lifting my chin so I was forced to look at him. “I’ve heard about you. The former mistress who craves submission. Tell me, Eliana, why do you think you’re worthy of my attention?”

Now swallowing hard, my mind racing. “I don’t know if I am, Master. But I’m willing to learn. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to please you.”

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Then a small smile played on his lips. “That’s the right answer.” He stood up, towering over me. “Stand up.”

As I rose to my feet, my body trembling with excitement and fear. He then circled me slowly, his fingers trailing lightly over my skin, making me shiver. “You have potential,” he murmured. “But potential needs to be tested.”

He led me to a St. Andrew’s cross in the corner of the room, its dark wood gleaming under the low lights. “Strip,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument…