Dominant Leather Encounter: A Cuckold’s Submission

He’s got me pinned, his strong hands gripping my wrists, holding me down. The leather of his gloves is rough against my skin, a stark contrast to the soft mesh of his top. I can’t move, can’t escape. And I don’t want to. Not really. There’s something thrilling about being at his mercy, about knowing that I’m his to command. The scissors on the tray catch my eye, a hint of what’s to come. I’m not sure what he has planned, but I know it’s gonna be intense. He leans in, his breath hot on my ear. ‘You are not listening,’ he growls. ‘I said that you are ours, until we are done with you. Understood?’ I nod, a shiver running down my spine. I’m his, completely. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Leather and Control

The room is dim, the only light coming from a single lamp in the corner. It casts shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw. He’s got a presence, a dominance that fills the room. I can feel it, a tangible force pressing down on me. His fingers trace patterns on my skin, teasing, promising. I’m so focused on him that I barely notice the other one, the one who’s been watching from the shadows. He steps forward, his eyes locked on me. There’s a hunger there, a need that matches my own. I’m caught between them, a plaything, a toy. And I love every second of it. The leather creaks as he shifts, his body pressing against mine. I can feel his hardness, a promise of what’s to come. I’m so turned on, so ready. But I know I have to wait, have to obey. That’s the game, after all. Submission, control, pleasure. It’s all intertwined, a dance of power and desire.

Night of Submission

The night stretches out before us, a canvas of possibilities. I’m theirs, completely, utterly. And they know it. They can see it in my eyes, feel it in my body. I’m a willing participant, a eager plaything. The scissors flash, a quick, sharp movement. I feel a tug, a release, and then I’m free, free to explore, to experience. His hands are everywhere, touching, teasing, driving me wild. I can hear their whispers, their commands, their promises. I’m lost in it, lost in them. The world narrows down to this room, to this bed, to this moment. It’s just us, just this, just now. And it’s perfect. I’m theirs, completely. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.