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The Initiation – How I Claimed My Perfect Sub


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lukaspot

I met her at a party, tall, confident, but with nervous eyes that betrayed her curiosity. When our drinks spilled into conversation, she whispered, "I’ve never tried… things." I smirked. "I’ll show you."

Back at my place, I tied her wrists with silk, testing her limits. "Safeword?" I asked. "Red," she breathed. Good girl.

I teased her with feather-light touches until she squirmed, then sharp spanks that made her gasp. Her moans were music. "More," she begged, so I gave it, clamps, blindfolds, my belt around her throat. She trembled but never said red.

After, I untied her slowly. Her skin was flushed, her lips swollen from biting them. "Again?" I asked. She nodded fast.

And just like that, I got my perfect sub the girl from Erobella, now mine to train.

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