The smell of leather and submission fills the air as the dominant male, dressed head to toe in black leather, enters the dimly lit room. His eyes lock on his controlled pet, a stunning blonde woman, who is already on her hands and knees waiting for his commands. With a swift swat of his crop, he grabs her attention. "You have been such a naughty pet," he growls, pulling her hair to expose her neck. His cool breath sends shivers down her spine as he whispers into her ear, "I'm going to punish you now, but don't worry, I'll take care of you afterwards."
He pushes her face down onto the hardwood floor and attaches a heavy chain collar around her neck. His fingers trace along the soft skin of her back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. "Now who owns you?" She shivers slightly, her heart racing. "You don't own me," she whispers, but her body language betrays her words.
