Be the master!

Your domina’s holding a leashed gift and grinning like the devil. One hand in your hair, the other tugging a trembling new plaything right in front of you—soft skin already marked where a cane kissed it earlier. You can smell leather, sex, and the faint whimper coming off the girl on her knees. "Surprise," your mistress laughs, low and filthy. She shoves you toward the cuffed wrists and gagged mouth. "She’s all warmed up and yours tonight. Play rough, hold nothing back, she’s begging without a word." You grab the chain. Muscles tight, pulse kicking. One look from your domina gives permission: make her yours, mark her up, turn every gasp into proof that tonight this slave is yours to wreck together.