Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s story is titled “Whispered Submission”. Dear Sir, The leather whispers where your touch has been, A memory etched upon my eager skin. Your hand, a map of pleasure and command, Leads me through landscapes only we understand.

I want you to dominate me. Let's begin

The weight of your gaze, a delicious hold, A story in your eyes, both fierce and bold. My breath catches, a flutter in my chest, Anticipating what I crave the best.

The brush of your fingers, a slow, sweet fire, Igniting desires that fiercely transpire. Each measured movement, a potent art, Unlocking the secrets held within my heart.

Beneath your strong hand, I willingly yield, In this dance of power, my senses revealed. For in your control, a wild freedom I find, Body and soul, completely entwined

The velvet restraints felt cool against my wrists, a stark contrast to the heat pooling low in my belly. I knelt, back arched, the leather collar a gentle pressure against my throat. My breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping my lips.

"Eyes down," you commanded, your voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. I obeyed instantly, my gaze fixed on the polished wood floor. The anticipation was a tangible thing, a tightening coil within me.

You circled me slowly, the soft tap of your riding boots on the hardwood echoing in the silence. I could feel your gaze on me, assessing, controlling. A shiver ran through me, a delicious mix of fear and desire.

You stopped behind me, the warmth of your body radiating against my back. Your hand reached out, tracing the line of my spine, sending shivers of pleasure through me. I gasped softly, my body trembling with anticipation.

"Beg," you whispered, your breath hot against my ear.

The word caught in my throat, but I forced it out, my voice husky and pleading. "Please..."

A slow smile spread across your face. "Please what?"

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. "Please... touch me."

Your fingers tightened on my spine, and I arched further into your touch, my body aching for more. The dance of power had begun, and I was yours to command.