I always enjoyed the moment when he walked into this room, naked and submissive, waiting for my next move. His eyes were downcast, his knees slightly trembling, but I could feel the tension pulsing through him. He wanted my command, my touch, my control.

I walk around him slowly, my heels clicking on the floor, adding rhythm to the silence. He senses my approach, but he doesn’t lift his head. My fingers slide over his shoulder, then move lower to feel his breathing quicken.

“Relax,” I say softly, but with a note of stern demand. He obeys instantly. Taking the black collar in my hand, I step closer and wrap it around his neck. The click of the clasp sounds like the beginning of a ritual, like a promise of what will come next.

I let him feel the weight of my decisions, my desires. The silk whip slides gently over his skin, leaving a slight chill that turns into a hot tingle when I touch him a little harder. His body responds to my every movement.

"You are mine, completely," I whisper, leaning closer so that he feels the warmth of my breath. He nods slightly, and I smile.

Every step I take, every look, every touch leads him where I want him. He is completely in my power, and this is our mutual pleasure.