Selene

I'm bound and knelt on the ground, I hear heels hitting the wooden floor. And there she is, Selene, in a tight black corset, and a long black dress on top. She walks around, lighting candles, I can hear her breathe, she can hear me breathe, then she steps in front of me, her fingers on my chin, she pulls my head up, "do you trust me?" She says. I nod my head and then it begins, a long session of bounding, control, and pleasure