“You’re learning.”
Sitting on her living room sofa, Katarina looked like a queen on a throne. An incredibly sexy queen, her black latex outfit clinging to her body like a second skin and revealing more than it hid. Her deep brown eyes shone as they stared into mine, and it was hard to meet her stare.
In a way, I could tell myself that I should have seen it coming. That the very first day I met this woman, she had had me on my knees, kissing her feet, physically overpowering me in public. But whoever expects something like this? It was like something out of a dirty movie. I could call it something out of a fantasy, but it was never a fantasy of mine. And as I kneeled there at her feet, literally tied up and on a leash, I couldn’t have felt more humbled, more disgraced. More completely in the power of a woman who was so uniquely able to push buttons I never knew I had and make me do and say and even think things I would once have thought impossible.
And it turned me on. That was the secret to all of this, of course. Desire was the engine behind everything we were doing, the driving force behind my total submission to her. I’d do anything to have her, and she knew it. She didn’t need the bondage, the shock collar, the threat of punishment that hung over me if I didn’t bow to her will. But she had all those things too, and that only made her even more unbelievably powerful.
“As you’ve probably guessed by now, I like my boys obedient,” Katarina said, tossing her dark hair back from her gorgeous face. “Obedient, and totally submissive. So I’m going to break you, gym rat. I’m going to break you and train you and make you into the perfect little slave for me. And it’s not like you have a choice about any of it. You’re addicted to me, aren’t you?”
“You know what, Mistress Katarina? I think I might be.”
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