I pulled you into the chamber without warning. You were unprepared and that was how I wanted it. I walked around you as you stood so still, breathing as slowly as possible to steady your nerves. I pulled your hair, yanked your head back towards me. I growled into your ear, you shivered against me. I smiled though you couldn't see it. I rubbed myself against your back before walking around you again. I tell you what to do, you obey without question. The thrill of dominance and submission fills me as you remove your top revealing your bra. I take your breasts out of the bra and start to tease, torture your nipples. You sigh and moan with equal measure. I pick up my riding crop and begin to flick it across your breasts, your nipples. You inhale and seal your lips together. Good girl.
I walk around you so I stand behind you. I use the crop on your backside, through your trousers, using the whole length of the crop. I know you will feel it keenly despite the layers. I alternate with rubbing the crop under your crotch, deliberately pulling the rough crop over the seam, pulling on your clit through your clothes. I grab your hair as I do this, telling you how much you love it, how much you need it. You agree eagerly, nodding and gasping for breath. I continue to tease, smack. I reach forward to play with your breasts again. You feel the mix of pleasure and pain. I nip your neck with my teeth, make you tell me who owns you, that only I can do this to you.
