First time in my dungeon

First time in my dungeon

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Tonight, I want nothing soft. I want silence, precision, and a body that exists only for me.

He was waiting for me in front of the train station, exactly on time. Good point.

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When I stepped out of the car, he came forward and kissed my hand. Eyes lowered. Silent.

I said nothing. I opened the rear door and indicated that he should sit.

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“Turn off your phone.”

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Then it was placed in a signal-blocking pouch. He obeyed, and I kept the pouch until the end.

I placed the opaque glasses over his eyes, then joined him in the back seat.

I told my driver we could go. The ride lasted less than five minutes. He did not speak. Neither did I.

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In front of the dungeon, I helped him out. My driver stayed in the vehicle.

Once inside, I removed the glasses. He handed me the envelope. I took it without a word.

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“Naked.”

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He obeyed. I sat in the leather armchair, legs crossed, cap pulled low. The latex shone under the low light.

I left him on his knees for several minutes. Only the sound of his breathing and the light creak of my catsuit when I moved.

Then I stood up. I made him lie on his back on the floor. I approached, placed one foot on each side of his head, and slowly lowered myself.

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My sex barely touched his lips. He inhaled. I sat down.

My full weight. His hands remained at his sides, as I had required. He did not move. He could no longer breathe properly. I waited.

When his fingers began to twitch, I rose just enough to give him a breath of air. Then I went back down. Again.

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“You exist only for this tonight.”

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I slid a hand into his hair, pressed his face against me, and began to move. Slowly at first. Then more firmly. He licked. He suffocated. He continued.

At one point, I felt him losing control. I stopped. I stood up and looked at him. His face was wet, his eyes glassy.

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“You do not come. Not tonight.”

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I returned. This time longer. Long enough for him to understand that my pleasure had nothing to do with his.

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When I decided it was over, I stood up abruptly. I calmly wiped myself with a glove. Then I sat back in the armchair.

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“Clean up. Get dressed. Wait.”

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He obeyed in silence.

Tonight, I barely spoke. The latex, the weight, the control were enough.

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