Description
In the shadowed sanctum of the velvet-draped boudoir, the air was thick with the scent of jasmine and anticipation. The flickering candlelight danced across the contours of the submissive's naked body, casting shadows that played upon the soft swells of her breasts and the taut line of her abdomen. She was a canvas of desire, her skin painted with the shades of longing, her eyes a silent symphony of surrender.
With a gentle yet firm touch, the Master positioned her, his hands sure and steady as they traced the lines of her r
