Pain, Power, Paddle

For those seeking adventure in new ways.

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After learning she was a professional dominatrix, a lesbian, and a sadist, Ellie felt the stars had somehow aligned to bring them together. The chemistry was there; it was almost tangible every time they met. Metaphorical sparks flew when they spoke, butterflies took wing with the proximity, and Ellie physically swooned when teased with a kiss. The next step was a session in Morgan’s playroom.

Morgan opened the door. The air smelled of leather and lavender. “You understand a power relationship?”

Ellie nodded. She’d seen enough Internet videos and read enough books to comprehend how it worked. One person was dominate, another submissive. Together they brought pleasure to one another, but trust and control were given to the dominant. Ellie wished for Morgan to fill the dominant role.

“Good,” Morgan nodded. “Undress, leave your under things on, and face the table over there with your waist bent and your arms flat along the top. I want to inspect your bottom before I ravish you.”

Ellie blushed but didn’t hesitate. She shucked her shoes from her feet, stripped down to the basics, and placed them on an empty chair near the wall while she took in the small space. A giant wooden X sat some meters to the left, an array of whips and chains hung from pegs behind it, and a small table with ball gags and blindfolds stood under a fabric-covered window to the right. Shelves lined the area near the...