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Dominatrix with whip in red PVC bodysuit
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Episode 1 – The entrance

The Dominatrix sat on a chair, draped in a red PVC bodysuit that shimmered under the haze of smoke. Her black whip rested lazily in one hand, but Her eyes were sharp, cutting through the silence. The room was dark, except for the low haze of smoke drifting in the air, illuminated by soft, glowing lights. Around Her, slaves knelt, their heads bowed low. She let the silence linger, savoring the weight of it, before speaking.
“Look at Me,” She commanded. Slowly, heads lifted, and the game began.

Episode 2 – The test of silence

She tapped the whip’s handle against the back of the chair. Tap… tap… tap.
“Silence is not weakness,” She said, with a smooth voice, but stern. “It is discipline.”
One slave shifted nervously, unable to contain his breath. The eyes of the Dominatrix snapped to him. With a slow smile, She rose and circled, Her red PVC over-knee boots echoing on the floor.
“Already restless? Then I shall give you reason to squirm.”

Episode 3 – The collar

From a nearby table, She picked up a leather collar. The click of the buckle echoed as She snapped it open, then closed it snugly around the chosen slave’s neck. With a tug, She brought him to all fours before Her chair.
“You belong here,” She said, tugging the leash just enough to make him stumble forward. “Closer. At My feet, where you should be.”

Episode 4 – The demonstration

The Dominatrix turned to the others, Her whip tracing slow lines across Her thigh.
“You will watch. Every lesson I give Him, you will feel. Every strike, every command must echo in your chest. Because when I am finished…” She tapped the whip’s handle on another’s shoulder, “…I will choose the next.”
Her smile was slow and deliberate, filled with authority.

Episode 5 – The promise

The collared slave knelt trembling, eyes locked on Her over-knee boots. The Dominatrix leaned forward in Her chair, whispering with velvet cruelty.
“You crave My approval. You ache for My touch. You will earn it!”
She raised the whip, poised to begin his lesson, as the others held their breath. The room was thick with suspense, because every one of them knew: their turn was coming.

Shiny hugs and love,
Diana

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