MelleM’s fingers danced over the soles of the dominatrix’s feet, sending shivers down her spine. For the first time, the situation had been reversed, and the one usually in control was now at MelleM’s mercy. The dominatrix’s eyes narrowed, her pupils dilated as MelleM’s touch lit a fire inside her.
MelleM’s gentle caresses contrasted sharply with the brutal, authoritarian touch to which the dominatrix was accustomed. Her hands, usually wrapped around a whip or paddle, were now bound by MelleM’s bonds, rendering her helpless. The dominatrix’s chest heaved as MelleM’s fingers teased her feet, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her veins.
As MelleM’s fingers sank deeper, the dominatrix’s moans grew louder, her body betraying her attempts to remain stoic. MelleM’s touch was a gentle yet firm reminder that even the most powerful among us can be reduced to mere mortals in the right hands.
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