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First time in my dungeon

First time in my dungeon

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

He was waiting in front of the SNCF station, exactly on time.
Good.

When I stepped out of the car, he came forward and kissed my hand.
Eyes down. Silent.
I said nothing.
I opened the rear door and told him to sit.

“Turn off your phone.”

It went into a foil pouch to block the signal.
He obeyed.
I keep the pouch. He gets it back at the end.

I put the opaque glasses over his eyes.
Then I sat beside him.

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

At the dungeon I helped him out.
My driver stayed in the car.

Inside, I removed the glasses.
He held out the envelope.
I took it without a word.

“Naked.”

He complied.
I sat in the leather armchair, legs crossed, cap pulled low.
The latex caught the low light.

I left him on his knees for several minutes.
Only his breathing, and the slight creak of the catsuit when I moved.

Then I stood.
I had him lie on his back on the mat.
I came closer, one foot on each side of his head, and lowered myself slowly.

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

All my weight.
His hands stayed at his sides, as required.
He did not move.
He could no longer breathe properly.
I waited.

When his fingers started to tighten, I rose just enough to give him air.
Then I came down again.

“Tonight you exist only for this.”

I took his hair, pressed his face against Me, and began to move.
Slowly at first. Then harder.
He licked. He choked. He continued.

At one point I felt him losing control.
I stopped.
I stood and looked at him.
His face was wet. His eyes glazed.

“You do not come. Not tonight.”

I went back.
Longer this time.
Long enough for him to understand that My pleasure had nothing to do with his.

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

“Tidy. Dress. Wait.”

He obeyed in silence.

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

 

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