I Became Her Toy for One Night… or Forever

I met Her at one of those closed events, where masks are mandatory and names are irrelevant. She didn’t wear a mask. Her confidence needed no disguise.

When She looked at me from across the room, I felt naked — though I was still dressed in a suit. She looked. Smiled faintly. Then beckoned with a finger.

I walked over. She didn’t say much. Only:

-“You’ll be mine. But only for tonight. If you can handle it.”

I agreed. Curious. Aroused. Unaware that I had just crossed a line that couldn’t be uncrossed.

Her apartment was dark, softly lit by lights hidden in the floor. Black and burgundy. The scent of leather, wine, and Her perfume — sharp, dominant, just like Her.

She stood in front of me in a tight corset made of patent leather, black stockings and high heels completing the image of a woman who doesn’t ask. She commands.

-“Undress. Slowly,” - She said coolly, standing just inches from me.

My hands trembled. But I obeyed.

When I stood naked before Her, She wrapped a silk sash around me. Red like a blade. She nudged me lightly to my knees. Then, without a word, slipped a blindfold over my eyes. In an instant, She stole my sight — and moments later, my control. I heard only Her steps and breathed in Her scent as She moved around me like a cat circling its prey.

Handcuffs. The cold click of metal echoed with eerie calm. My wrists bound behind me. Then my ankles. I was ready. Helpless. Hers.

I felt something cool brush my back — a whip? A ribbon? I couldn’t tell. But each touch traced the edges of my body, as if She were mapping the line between fear and desire. Then the first strike. Gentle. Then a second — stronger. My skin burned, but then Her lips touched the back of my neck and the pain disappeared. All that remained was wanting.

-“You’re not a man. You’re my toy,” - She whispered. - “And tonight, I’ll break and rebuild you as I please.”

She took hold of a chain attached to a collar — one I hadn’t even realized She had put on me. She gave it a light tug. I followed obediently, on my knees, like a dog. She led me into another room — cooler, larger. She laid me on a soft leather bench. Strapped me down. The tension in the air was thicker than ever.

I heard something being oiled. Her hands spread it over my skin — every inch. She caressed, massaged, tortured me with pleasure. When Her fingers grazed the insides of my thighs, my body tried to beg — though I had no right to speak.

At one point, She leaned over me. Her tongue slid across my ear.

-“You know,” - She whispered, - “I said only one night. But you… you taste like someone I want to keep longer.”

When She unfastened the straps and removed the blindfold, I looked into Her eyes for the first time since the game began. They weren’t cold. They were confident. And hungry.

-“Do you want to be mine forever?” - She asked.

I didn’t need to answer.

She already knew.