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Episode 1 – The Arrival
The room was prepared in silence, dim light glinting across polished leather furniture. At the center, three slaves waited, kneeling in perfect stillness, eyes lowered. The heavy sound of heels finally broke the hush. They were measured, unhurried, deliberate.
The blonde-haired Domme entered in a black leather jacket, each step echoing with intent. Her gloves flexed as She pulled them tighter, a subtle ritual that made the waiting all the more unbearable for Her submissives.
“Good,” the Domme said, Her tone soft but sharp as steel. “You remembered your positions. I expect nothing less.”
The words alone carried weight. Obedience was rewarded only by Her approval.
Episode 2 – Symbols of Authority
She removed Her coat, revealing the structured corset beneath. The belt at Her waist held Her chosen tools: cuffs, a crop, and a short length of braided rope. She did not use them immediately, but She let their presence speak louder than action.
“Discipline begins here,” She said, letting the crop tap lightly against Her palm. The sound was enough to make one of the slaves flinch.
She paused in front of him. “Did I, your Domme, permit you to move?”
“No, Mistress,” he whispered, lowering his head even further.
“Correct. You learn through silence and obedience.”
Episode 3 – The Lesson
She paced slowly, leather creaking with her movements. One by one, She directed Her gaze at them, Her voice precise and unwavering.
“You will sit when I command. You will kneel when I command. You will speak only when I command.”
With each instruction, the room grew more tense, anticipation heavy as if every syllable was carved into their skin. The leather Domme brushed the crop along a shoulder, not striking, simply reminding them who held control.
“You see,” She continued, Her crimson lips curving into the faintest smile, “obedience is not punishment. It is a gift. My gift to you… is clarity.”
Episode 4 – Ritual of Obedience
Finally, She raised Her gloved hand. “All of you, bow.”
The three dropped low, foreheads to the floor. The leather of Her boots caught the faint light as the Domme stepped between them.
“You belong to My order. My rules shape you. My voice defines you.”
The room was quiet, but alive. The authority of one, the devotion of many.
Her crop tapped once against the floor, a sound of closure. “Tonight, you learn discipline. Tomorrow, you earn it.”
How would you react to this?
