A weekend session

When you moved to Phoenix you found a domme with a studio just outside the city. It started off like all of your previous setups, whippings, foot worship, bondage, and you’d finish most sessions with a handjob. Six months in, everything changed.

You arrived as normal and waited in the entryway of the garage. You buzzed in and upon entering she stood directly in front of you.

“Strip.” She commanded and you did so quickly, folding your clothes and placing them in the corner. You dropped to your knees and held your hands behind your back.

She lightly slapped you across the face, and dropped a collar in front of you. You quickly fastened it and returned to the holding position.