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Submission to Desire - part 2
You arrive at work the next day feeling nervous but also excited about seeing Tristan again after their previous encounter. As you walk into the office, you can’t help but notice the tension in the air and the way your colleagues look at you with a mix of pity and fascination. You try to focus on your work, but your thoughts keep drifting back to the events of the night before.
Tristan calls you into his office unexpectedly, demanding your attention and submission once again. This time, he has something even more intense and humiliating planned for your punishment. He orders you to strip down to your underwear as part of your punishment, making you feel exposed and vulnerable in front of him.
‘Tristan, please,’ you beg, your voice trembling with fear and desire. ‘I’ll do anything you want, just don’t make me strip.’
He smirks at your pleas and shakes his head. ‘No, YN. I want to see you stripped bare, vulnerable and submissive before me. Now take off your clothes.’
Reluctantly, you do as he says, slowly removing your blouse and skirt until you’re left standing in only your bra and panties. Tristan’s eyes roam over your body, taking in every curve and imperfection. You can feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment, but there’s also a thrill that runs through you at being so exposed and under his control.
Tristan uses a variety of BDSM tools on you, such as a whip or paddle, creating a mix of pain and pleasure that sends shivers down your spine. The sting of the whip or paddle against your skin is intense, but it’s also strangely arousing. You can’t help but moan and gasp as he continues to punish you, each strike making your body more sensitive and your desire for him more intense.
He also demands that you perform another act of submission, like being tied up and gagged while he uses your body for his own pleasure. You struggle against the ropes that bind your wrists and ankles, but it’s no use – you’re completely at his mercy. Tristan takes advantage of your helplessness, touching and caressing your body in ways that make you squirm with pleasure and humiliation.
Finally, he releases you from your binds or punishment, leaving you feeling a mix of relief, satisfaction, and desire for more. As you stand before him, panting and flushed, Tristan tells you that their arrangement will continue as long as you remain his personal assistant. The thought of enduring more of his sadistic desires both terrifies and arouses you, leaving you eager to see what the future holds.
You stand nervously in Tristan’s office, your heart pounding in anticipation of what’s to come. You can feel the tension in the air as you wait for him to make his move.
Tristan looks up from his desk and gives you a stern look. ‘Strip,’ he says coldly. ‘I want to see if you’ve been taking care of yourself.’
Your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but you know you have no choice. Slowly, you begin to remove your clothes, starting with your blouse and skirt. You hesitate for a moment before slipping off your bra and panties, leaving you standing before him in nothing but your underwear.
Tristan’s eyes roam over your body, taking in every curve and detail. ‘Turn around,’ he commands. You obey, feeling even more exposed as he inspects you from every angle.
‘You have such a beautiful body, YN,’ he says, his voice low and gruff. ‘It’s a shame to hide it under those loose clothes.’ He runs his fingers along your shoulders, sending shivers down your spine. ‘But I think we can fix that, don’t you?’
You nod, unable to find your voice. Tristan smirks, enjoying your discomfort. ‘Good,’ he says. ‘Now, let’s get started with your punishment.’
He leads you over to the leather couch in the corner of the room and instructs you to kneel on it. You do as you’re told, your heart racing with anticipation. Tristan produces a pair of handcuffs from his desk drawer and secures them around your wrists. Then, he attaches the cuffs to a hook hanging from the ceiling, leaving you suspended in mid-air.
Tristan steps back to admire his work, a smile playing on his lips. ‘Now, let’s see how well you can take your punishment,’ he says, picking up a flogger from the table. He traces the tips of the leather strands along your skin, making you shiver with anticipation.
Without warning, Tristan brings the flogger down on your back, causing you to gasp in surprise. The sting is sharp but not unbearable, and it leaves a pleasant tingling sensation in its wake. He continues to strike you with the flogger, alternating between soft caresses and harder blows that make you squirm with pleasure and pain.
After several minutes of this teasing torture, Tristan puts down the flogger and helps you down from the hook. Your legs are weak from the exertion, but you manage to stand on shaky legs as he guides you over to the leather couch.
‘Lie down,’ he commands, indicating a spot in the center of the couch. You do as you’re told, your heart pounding with anticipation. Tristan produces a set of ropes from his desk drawer and proceeds to tie you down, spread eagle, to the legs of the couch.
Once you’re secured in place, Tristan picks up a vibrator from the table and turns it on, the low hum filling the room. He begins to tease your nipples with the vibrating tip, causing them to harden instantly. You moan with pleasure as he alternates between your breasts, paying special attention to the sensitive tips.
Next, Tristan attaches a pair of nipple clamps to your aching peaks, eliciting a gasp from you. The pressure is intense, but it only adds to your arousal. He smirks at your reaction, clearly enjoying your discomfort.
‘Are you enjoying this, YN?’ he asks, his voice low and seductive. ‘Do you like being at my mercy?’
You nod, unable to find your voice. Tristan chuckles darkly. ‘I thought so,’ he says. ‘Now, let’s see how much more you can take.’
He begins to run the vibrator along your inner thighs, inching closer and closer to your aching core. You squirm beneath his touch, desperate for release. Tristan notices your discomfort and smiles wickedly. ‘Don’t worry, YN,’ he says. ‘I’ll take good care of you.’
With that, he slides the vibrator between your legs, pressing it firmly against your clit. You cry out in pleasure as the intense vibrations course through your body. Tristan continues to tease you mercilessly, alternating between soft caresses and harder pressure that makes you beg for more.
Finally, unable to take it anymore, you reach your climax, your body shuddering with pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over you. Tristan watches you intently, his eyes dark with desire.
As your orgasm subsides, he releases you from your binds and helps you sit up. You’re breathless and flushed, your body still tingling from the intense experience.
Tristan looks at you with a mix of satisfaction and hunger in his eyes. ‘You’re such a good girl, YN,’ he says, running his fingers through your hair. ‘I knew you would enjoy this as much as I do.’
He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear. ‘And now that we’ve started this arrangement at work, why don’t we continue it outside of office hours as well?’
His words send a shiver down your spine, leaving you conflicted about your feelings for him and the prospect of more BDSM sessions. As you struggle to find an answer, Tristan smirks and stands up, straightening his tie. ‘Think about it,’ he says. ‘I’ll be waiting.’
With that, he turns and walks out of the office, leaving you alone on the couch, your heart racing and your body still humming with desire.