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The same club I was sitting in right now and where Kelli would spend the whole week.

They told me that some women were truly submissive and didn't know it.

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The pain must have penetrated her subconscious because she moaned audibly.

I wondered if I had provoked or altered an erotic dream.

I felt I was just as pretty, but she was more petite and to some perhaps more feminine. I am taller and more athletic, which intimidated some men, but that didn't matter to me. Many women appreciated my looks and my dominant streak.

And her pussy was as hairless as the day she was born. Miss Kelli, soon to be slut Kelli, was in for quite a ride.

I could see her erect clit now and pinched it hard. I thought to myself, if only she hadn't been such a bitch.

I would have enjoyed seducing her though I had no idea if she was bi at all.

She was probably frustrated with her boyfriend because he was waiting and not bending her over a desk and fucking her brains out. As I walked down a long corridor to check out the dungeon, I thought about how doubly lucky I had been.

Most men are clueless about these types of women, who are driven to find a master or mistress even when they don't know what they are seeking or why. Even in her sleep I could tell she was close to orgasm. I decided to put her own hand on her dripping cunt. My first break was to overhear her talking to her friend about meeting in Miami to take a Caribbean cruise.

I got to Miami ahead of her, taking the Friday night redeye, while she was booked on an early Saturday flight, and staked out her hotel. Basic furniture, built in cupboards, a toilet area. One by one, still in a fog, I took inventory of the surroundings. I held up my wrist and a leather bracelet with rings was revealed!

She was oblivious to everything as she headed for her first night club, so it was easy to follow her unnoticed. A light chain was connected to a ring on the bracelet, and when I raised my wrist higher, I realized the chain was linked to my other wrist restraint, and also to leather ankle cuffs, and to something around my neck! I was naked, alone, chained, and I had no idea what had happened. I needed to pee, so I managed to stagger to the toilet to relieve myself, taking short choppy steps. There was no seat on the toilet, just the porcelain bowl.

Besides being alone and naked, I wanted her to wake up with a hint of what was in store for her.

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