The room was dimly lit with candles, casting shadows on the walls. She knelt before him, hands clasped together in front of her chest, her heart pounding in anticipation. He was dressed in leather, his strong features hidden beneath a mask, his dominant presence filling the space.
She felt the cool metal of the gimp collar against her skin as she leaned forward, exposing her neck. He placed it gently around her throat, securing it with a small lock. Her breath caught as she felt the weight of the collar around her neck, symbolizing her complete submission to him.
He slowly pulled out a feeder, filled with warm liquid nourishment, and held it in front of her lips. Her mouth watered at the sight of it. As she opened her mouth, he poured the sweet nectar into her eager mouth, watching as she swallowed hungrily.
