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The dimly lit room was filled with an electric tension, as Autumn Kline, a sultry brunette, slowly sank into a plush armchair. Her piercing green eyes seemed to glow with a predatory hunger as they roamed over the tied-up figure before her. Esmi Lee, a petite blonde, was bound to a sturdy wooden chair, her arms and legs secured by intricate ropes that crisscrossed her body. She squirmed slightly, her cheeks staining a deep crimson as she realized the truth of her situation – she was at the mercy of the dominant vixen before her.

Autumn, clad in a tight black latex dress that hugged her curves like a second skin, watched with a wicked grin as Esmi struggled against her bonds. She rose from her seat with feline grace, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor as she approached her captive. “My, my, what do we have here?” Autumn purred, trailing a single finger along Esmi’s bare shoulder. “A naughty little submissive, just begging to be tamed.”

Esmi’s breath hitched, a thrill of anticipation rippling through her body at the husky timbre of Autumn’s voice. The older woman circled around her, each step deliberate and measured. “I think you need a lesson in obedience,” Autumn declared, picking up a thick leather strap from the nearby table. “I’m going to teach you to appreciate the finer points of submission.”

Autumn snapped the strap against her hand, the sharp crack echoing through the room. Esmi’s eyes widened, a flicker of fear and excitement dancing across her face. Autumn smiled, savoring the moment before descending into a wicked onslaught of sensation. She peppered Esmi’s skin with gentle slaps, gradually increasing the intensity as Esmi’s body quivered in response.

As the spanking continued, Esmi found her mind clouding with pleasure, her body surrendering to the dominant mistress. The pain and pleasure blurred together, until her skin felt raw and hypersensitive. When Autumn finally stopped, Esmi was breathless and trembling, her chest heaving with each ragged breath.

Taking advantage of Esmi’s weakened state, Autumn retrieved a thick, black strap-on from the table. Esmi watched with wide eyes as Autumn expertly secured the harness around her hips, the prominent dildo jutting out obscenely. “Are you ready for your reward, my little slut?” Autumn asked, dragging her fingers through Esmi’s hair and pulling her head back sharply.

Esmi could only manage a whimper in response, her eyes clouded with a mix of fear and desire. Autumn chuckled darkly, pressing the tip of the strap-on against Esmi’s soaked entrance. “Good girl,” Autumn purred, sinking the toy into Esmi’s willing body with blissful slowness.

As Autumn began to thrust, Esmi’s mind fractured with sensation. The thick toy stretched her open, filling her to the brim as Autumn set a relentless pace. Each stroke drove deeper, claiming her innermost depths as Autumn ground against her sensitive clitoris. Esmi’s muffled cries of pleasure filled the room, echoing off the walls as Autumn ruthlessly pounded into her.

Amidst the haze of pleasure, Esmi felt Autumn untie one of her legs, freeing it from its bindings. Without warning, Autumn lifted Esmi’s leg over her shoulder, allowing the strap-on to sink even deeper as she pounded into her. The new angle sent shockwaves of ecstasy through Esmi’s body, her walls clenching around the invading toy as her climax approached.

“Come for me,” Autumn demanded, her voice dripping with authority. “Show me what a good little fuck slave you can be.”

With a keening wail, Esmi obeyed, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of blissful release. Her body convulsed, spasming around the strap-on as Autumn continued to pound into her, prolonging her pleasure until she was nothing more than a limp, satisfied puddle.

As Esmi struggled to catch her breath, Autumn untied her from the chair, allowing her to collapse onto the soft carpet. Autumn loomed over her, a smug smirk playing on her lips. “You did well, pet,” she praised, running her fingers through Esmi’s damp hair. “Perhaps we’ll have to do this again sometime.”

Esmi could only nod in agreement, her mind still fuzzy with the remnants of her intense climax. As she watched Autumn saunter away, she knew that this was only the beginning of her journey into the world of erotic submission. She had found her Mistress, and she was eager to explore the depths of depravity that Autumn Kline had in store for her.