Nadia was a dominatrix. Nadia was submissive. Nadia was a slut that enjoyed the best of both worlds. How she gave herself depended purely on her partner, and tonight she had met one greater than her. He undressed her with his eyes … leashed her with them and forced her into sexual servitude. She had brought her riding crop but knew it would only fall against her own ass tonight. She approached him, crop dragging on the floor, eyes studying, her shiny clit ring shimmering through the candle light as she walked. So powerful was his gaze that she handed him her crop willingly and gasped as he drew it across her pussy. Her master raised it to her lips and like she had been silently commanded, she licked her wetness from it.
She knelt down and wondered what the night would hold. A column was in the room and she fully expected to be attached to it by her collar later before being poked, prodded, spanked, sexually tortured and ultimately fucked. Her master however, was eager, and she would first please him and drink his warm seed …
Nadia was a dominatrix. Nadia was submissive. Nadia was a goddess on her knees.
