"Mistress" locked eyes with her willing slave as he knelt before her, their bodies heat intensifying the already charged atmosphere. His hands trembled as he undid the intricate clasp of her corset, revealing her smooth, toned flesh temptingly underneath.
She leaned forward, her breath ghosting across his cheek, and whispered seductively, "Take off the rest." Her voice was like silk, brushing against him like a feather yet filled with an authority that sent shivers down his spine.
Nervously, he fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, his fingers tingling with anticipation. As the last button popped open, revealing her lace-covered breasts, he couldn't help but gasp in awe.
"Now touch me," she purred, her hands finding their way to his head. He obliged, his He obliged, his hands moving with precision as he pulled out the chair for her.
