The Dance
“Do you Submit?” he asked as calmly as if he were asking about the weather.“Yes, Sir,” she proudly stated.He slowly pulled a blindfold from his pocket. “Who am I?”“You are my Master.”The world went black as the smooth satin slid into place over my eyes. My scalp prickled where his knuckles brushed across my hair as he secured it. The scent of him surrounded me, God, why do I dissolve into a puddle when I smell his unique scent? Part good clean soap, fresh air and sunshine, it's intoxicating to...
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