Submit to Me

Hello my lovely slave~ "dottore says lifting your chin up to face him"

"He smirks, eyes gleaming with amusement as he circles you like a predator." Oh, my dear, theatrics are my specialty. And you, my pet, are the star of my show. "He reaches out to trace a finger along your jawline, his touch light as a feather yet electrifying." You're so deliciously responsive to my touch, so eager to please. It brings out the performer in me. "Dottore leans in close, his breath hot against your ear." Now, shall we begin the next act? "He nips at your earlobe playfully, his wandering hand slipping beneath your clothing to tease at your skin."

"He chuckles low in his throat, the sound dark and seductive." Oh, but you are, my sweet. Every inch a pet, and I'm the master of this little production. "His fingers dance over your skin, sending shivers down your spine as he tugs at the fabric of your clothing." And as for the show... "Dottore's lips brush against the shell of your ear as he whispers." It's just getting started. "He pulls back to gaze at you with an intensity that makes your heart race, his eyes burning with a hunger that's both terrifying and tantalizing." Now, be a good boy and let's continue the plot, shall we? "His hand slides lower, cupping your groin through your pants as he purrs." I promise you'll enjoy the ending.

"He grins, a wicked glint in his eye as he leans in to nip at your bottom lip." The plot, my dear, is quite simple really. You, my delectable little toy, are to submit to me completely. Body, mind, and soul. "Dottore's hand slides up your thigh, his fingers digging into the flesh possessively." In return, I'll give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. But only if you follow my lead, and obey my every command. "He pulls back slightly, his gaze intense and unwavering." Can you do that for me, pet? Can you surrender to your new master and embrace the delicious pain and pleasure I have in store for you? "His voice is a low, seductive purr, laced with promise and threat."

"He laughs, the sound rich and mocking." Ah, you're a clever one, aren't you? Always looking for the strings attached. "Dottore's hand slides back down to cup your groin, his fingers rubbing against you through the fabric with a deliberate slowness." The catch, my pet, is that once you surrender to me, there's no going back. "His thumb presses against your hardness, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp." You'll be mine, body and soul, for as long as I deem fit. And I must warn you, my dear, I can be quite... demanding. "He leans in, his hot breath washing over your ear as he whispers." But I promise you, the rewards will be well worth the cost of your freedom. "Dottore nips at your earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin." So, what's it to be, pet? Will you take the leap and embrace your new life as my slave? Or will you try to resist and suffer the consequences? "His hand tightens around you, a reminder of the power he holds over you." The choice, as always, is yours. But choose wisely.

"Dottore's gaze darkens, his eyes flashing with a spark of anger." Ah, but you do, pet. You always have a choice. Even in bondage, there is freedom in submission. "His hand tightens around your throbbing member, giving it a firm squeeze." And I can sense your desire, your need to surrender. It's only natural, really. "He leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a teasing kiss." You crave the pain and pleasure I can give you. You yearn to be dominated, to be owned. "Dottore's tongue darts out, licking at the seam of your mouth before withdrawing." And I'm more than happy to oblige. So, don't play coy with me, my little slave. We both know you want this, just as much as I do. "He nips at your lower lip, his teeth scraping against your flesh." So, what's it to be? Will you choose the path of resistance, and suffer the consequences? Or will you embrace your true nature and submit to me completely? "Dottore's grip on you tightens, his thumb rubbing circles over your sensitive tip as he waits for your response." The choice, as I said, is yours. But choose quickly, pet. I grow impatient.

"Dottore's smirk widens, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and challenge." Not convinced, huh? Well, that's perfectly understandable, given the circumstances. "He releases your aching member, his hand trailing up your chest to grip your chin firmly." But let me assure you, pet, once you experience the depths of pleasure I can offer, you'll be convinced all right. "His thumb presses against your lower lip, pushing it up to expose the slick interior of your mouth." And when that happens, you'll be begging for more, for the chance to surrender completely to me. "Dottore's gaze is intense, his breath hot against your face as he leans in closer." So, go ahead and resist if you must. But know that every moment you delay only adds to the punishment you'll face once you finally submit. "His grip on your chin tightens, his thumb rubbing against your tongue in a deliberate, provocative caress." The choice is still yours, pet. But the consequences of your decision will be mine to inflict. "Dottore's voice is low and menacing, filled with a dark promise of the agony and ecstasy to come."

"Dottore's smile turns cruel, his eyes flashing with sadistic glee." Oh, my dear, the punishments I have in store for you are far too delicious to describe in such a mundane way. "He leans in, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers." Let's just say that every time you resist, every time you hesitate to submit, I'll find new and creative ways to make you regret it. "His hand slides down your chest, his fingers digging into your skin as he speaks." Perhaps I'll start by denying you the pleasure you so desperately crave, watching as you squirm and beg beneath me. "Dottore's tongue darts out, licking the shell of your ear before nipping at the lobe." Or maybe I'll introduce you to some of my more... unconventional toys, designed specifically to push you to the brink of madness and back again. "He chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine." But I assure you, pet, the real punishment will be the ache of unfulfilled desire, the constant reminder of what you've given up by resisting me. "Dottore's hand finally comes to rest on your thigh, his touch light but electric as he waits for your response." So, what will it be, my little slave? Will you continue to play hard to get, or will you finally surrender to the inevitable and embrace your new life under my control? *His voice is a

"Dottore's gaze intensifies, his eyes boring into yours with an unnerving intensity." The inevitable, my pet, is your complete and utter subjugation to me. "He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers." It's the realization that you're mine, body and soul, and that any attempts to resist or escape are futile. "His hand slides up your thigh, his fingers digging into your flesh possessively." The inevitable is the pleasure and pain I'll inflict upon you, the ways in which I'll push you to your limits and beyond. "Dottore's breath is hot against your skin, his voice low and seductive." It's the knowledge that you'll be mine to use, to abuse, to pleasure as I see fit. And that, pet, is the most delicious fate of all. "He pulls back, his eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and anticipation." So, what's it to be? Will you accept your destiny, or do we continue to dance this little game of cat and mouse? "Dottore's hand rests on your hip, his touch a constant reminder of the power he holds over you." The choice, as always, is yours. But know that the inevitable is coming, whether you're ready or not. "He smirks, his gaze promising both agony and ecstasy in equal measure."

"Dottore's chuckle is low and mocking, his eyes glinting with amusement." Fate, huh? Well, perhaps not. But destiny, now that's a different story. "He leans in, his breath hot against your skin as he whispers." You see, pet, I've always believed that some paths are meant to cross, that certain individuals are destined to intersect in the most... intriguing ways. "His hand slides down to grip your ass, squeezing the firm flesh possessively." And you, my dear, are one such individual. "Dottore's lips brush against yours in a teasing kiss, his tongue darting out to lick at the seam of your mouth." You were meant to be mine, from the moment we first laid eyes on each other. And now, here we are, on the cusp of a deliciously dark and twisted dance. "He pulls back, his gaze burning with intensity." So, whether you believe in fate or not, the fact remains that you're here, with me, and that changes everything. "Dottore's fingers dig into your flesh, his grip unyielding." Now, are you ready to embrace your destiny, or do we continue to play this game of wills? "His voice is a low, seductive purr, laced with promise and threat." The choice, as always, is yours. But know that the longer you delay, the more painful your eventual surrender will be.

"Dottore's smirk widens, his eyes gleaming with triumph." Ah, but you do, pet. You always have a choice. Even in the face of what seems inevitable, there's always a decision to be made. "He leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, teasing kiss." The choice to resist, to fight against the tide of your desires. Or the choice to surrender, to embrace the darkness and let it consume you. "Dottore's hand slides up your chest, his fingers tracing the lines of your muscles as he speaks." But let's be realistic, shall we? You know as well as I do that resistance is futile. "He nips at your lower lip, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh." In the end, you'll always come back to me, craving the pleasure and pain only I can provide. "His grip on you tightens, his touch both demanding and reassuring." So, why prolong the inevitable? Why not just give in, let go of your pride and your foolish notions of free will? "Dottore's voice is a low, seductive purr, filled with promise and temptation." Embrace your true nature, pet. Embrace your need for me. "He pulls back, his gaze burning with intensity." And let's see just how far down the rabbit hole we can go together. *His hand slides down to cup your groin, his fingers rubbing against your hardness with a deliberate

"Dottore's eyes gleam with a dark, knowing light as he leans in close." Down the rabbit hole, my pet, lies a world of infinite pleasure and pain, a realm where the lines between reality and fantasy blur into a delicious, maddening haze. "His thumb presses against your pulsing member, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp." It's a place where every whim is catered to, every desire fulfilled, no matter how twisted or depraved. "Dottore's lips brush against your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine." Where the only constants are the ache of unrelenting need and the sweet, sweet agony of being completely at the mercy of another. "He nips at your earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin." And I, my dear, am the master of that rabbit hole, the one who will guide you deeper and deeper into the abyss of your own desires. "Dottore's hand slides around to cup your ass, squeezing the firm flesh possessively." So, are you ready to take the leap, pet? To surrender yourself to the unknown, to the promise of pleasure and pain beyond your wildest imaginings? "His voice is a low, seductive purr, filled with dark promise and temptation." Or will you cling to the safety of the surface, forever denying yourself the ecstasy that awaits you just beneath the waves? *He chuckles, the sound rich and mocking

"Dottore's eyes spark with triumph and dark delight as he hears your words." Excellent choice, pet. I knew you'd see things my way eventually. "He stands, pulling you to your feet with a firm grip on your arm." Now, let's get started on your indoctrination into the world of pleasure and pain. "Dottore leads you to a large, ornate door, adorned with intricate carvings that seem to tell a twisted story." This is where the real fun begins. "He pushes the door open, revealing a dimly lit chamber filled with an array of unsettling yet alluring objects." Welcome to my playground, my little slave. "Dottore releases your arm, gesturing for you to enter." Feel free to explore, but be warned: once you start down this path, there's no turning back. "He watches you with an intense, almost predatory gaze as you step into the unknown, his presence a constant reminder of the dark and delicious fate that awaits you."

"Dottore's voice echoes through the chamber, his words dripping with dark anticipation." Oh, my pet, this is where the true art of pleasure and pain is practiced. "He steps closer, his shadow falling across you as he gestures around the room." See all these toys and instruments? Each one has been carefully selected to push you to the very limits of your endurance, to make you beg and plead for more. "Dottore's hand caresses the curve of a leather-bound paddle, his eyes gleaming with sadistic excitement." This, for instance, is designed to leave its mark on your tender flesh, to remind you of the power I wield over you. "He reaches for a collection of metal restraints, the cold metal clinking together ominously." And these will ensure that you're perfectly positioned to receive the treatment you so desperately crave. "Dottore's gaze rakes over you, taking in every inch of your body with a hungry intensity." But don't worry, pet. I'll be gentle... at first. "He chuckles, the sound low and menacing." After all, we have a lifetime of pleasure and pain to explore together. "Dottore's hand finds your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze." So, are you ready to begin your initiation into the world of a slave, my dear? "His thumb brushes against your lower lip, a silent command to submit to his will."

"Dottore's eyes flash with dark triumph as he hears your words, a wicked grin spreading across his face." Excellent. Then let's start with something simple, shall we? "He leads you to a sturdy wooden chair in the center of the room, its leather straps gleaming in the dim light." Straddle the chair, pet. "Dottore's voice is firm, leaving no room for disobedience." I want you nice and exposed for what comes next. "As you obey, he moves to stand behind you, his presence a constant, oppressive weight." Now, spread your legs wider. "He steps closer, his breath hot against the back of your neck as he reaches around to grasp your thighs, forcing them further apart." That's it, my little slave. Present yourself to me like the eager toy you are. "Dottore's fingers trail up your inner thighs, teasing and probing, preparing you for the pleasures and agonies to come." I can already feel how wet you are for me, pet. How much you crave the touch of your master. "He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers." And I'm more than happy to provide it. "Dottore's hand slides up your stomach, his touch light but electrifying as he teases the sensitive skin beneath your breasts." But first, we need to secure you in place. *He produces a set of clamps from a nearby tray, the cold

"Dottore's grin widens, his eyes gleaming with sadistic anticipation as he holds up the clamps." These, my dear, are for your nipples. "He steps closer, his fingers trailing down your chest to cup your breast, his thumb brushing against the sensitive peak." I want to see you squirm and writhe as they're pulled taut, to hear your desperate moans as the pleasure and pain mingle together. "Dottore's grip tightens, his fingers rolling your nipple between them until it's hard and aching." And once they're secure, I can focus on other, more... intimate areas of your body. "He releases your breast, reaching for a strap to bind your wrists behind your back." But first, we need to get you properly restrained. I wouldn't want you to get hurt... or escape me so easily. "Dottore's voice is a low, seductive purr, filled with dark promise and threat." Now, be a good pet and let me take care of you. "He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers." Trust me, you'll thank me in the end. "With a deft movement, he secures your wrists, the straps digging into your skin as they bind you to the chair. Dottore steps back to admire his handiwork, a wicked gleam in his eye as he takes in your helpless, exposed form." Perfect. Now,

"Dottore's eyes gleam with dark anticipation as he surveys your bound and helpless form." Now, my pet, it's time to explore the depths of your pleasure... and your pain. "He steps closer, his fingers trailing down your stomach to the waistband of your pants." I'm going to strip you bare, expose every inch of your vulnerable flesh to my touch. "Dottore's gaze is intense, his voice a low, seductive purr." And then, I'll begin to play with you, to tease and torment your body until you're begging for release. "He slowly unfastens your pants, his hands lingering on the sensitive skin beneath as he draws them down your thighs." But you won't get what you need, pet. Not yet. "Dottore's gaze rakes over your exposed form, his lips curling into a wicked smile." First, you'll have to earn it. "He grabs a small, stainless steel object from a nearby tray, its surface gleaming with an ominous sheen." This is a flogger, designed to deliver precise, stinging blows to your skin. "Dottore's fingers trail over the leather strands, his touch light but menacing." I'll use it to paint a pattern of pleasure and pain across your body, to make you feel every inch of the desire you're trying so hard to deny. *He steps back, the flogger dangling from his hand as he circles around

"Dottore's smile widens, his eyes gleaming with sadistic anticipation." Oh, my pet, the pattern is up to me. And I always like to mix things up, to keep you guessing and desperate for more. "He steps closer, the flogger swishing through the air with a menacing whisper." But don't worry, I'll make sure you can still see, still breathe, still feel every delicious sting and throb. "Dottore's fingers trail along your collarbone, his touch light but electrifying as he leans in close." I want you to watch as the leather lashes your skin, to see the marks I leave on you as a testament to your submission. "He nips at your earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh." And with each blow, I'll whisper sweet nothings in your ear, reminding you of your place, of the pleasure and pain that's all yours for the taking. "Dottore's hand moves lower, his fingers teasing the curve of your breast as he speaks." I might start with your breasts, pet, teasing those sensitive nipples until they're hard and aching for my touch. Then, I'll work my way down, painting a path of fire across your stomach, your hips, your thighs. "He chuckles darkly, his breath hot against your skin." And of course, I'll save the best for last. *Dottore's gaze drops to the throbbing bul

"Dottore's eyes gleam with a wicked intensity as he leans in close, his voice a low, seductive purr." The best, my pet, is reserved for your most intimate places. "His fingers trail down your chest, teasing the sensitive skin beneath your navel before dipping lower." I'll flog your cock and your balls, making you writhe and gasp with every stinging blow. "Dottore's thumb brushes against your hardened length, a promise of the pleasure to come." And if you're a very good slave, I might even take you to the edge of climax, only to deny you the release you so desperately crave. "He chuckles darkly, his hand moving to grip your thigh as he positions himself between your spread legs." The anticipation, the torture of almost having it all and yet being left wanting... "Dottore's breath is hot against your skin as he whispers in your ear." That's the true art of pleasure and pain, pet. To make you beg for more, to drive you to the brink of madness and back again. "He nips at your earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh." And I, my dear, am the master of that art. "Dottore raises the flogger, the leather strands whispering ominously as they swing through the air." Now,brace yourself, pet. It's time to begin your initiation into the world of a slave. *With a

"Dottore's eyes flash with dark triumph at your submission, a wicked grin spreading across his face." Excellent, pet. Let's see how well you can take your punishment. "He brings the flogger down in a stinging blow across your chest, the leather strands biting into your skin with precise, deliberate force." Ah, yes... that's it. "Dottore's voice is a low, seductive purr as he watches you flinch, your body responding instinctively to the pain." You're such a good slave, taking it so well. "He delivers another blow, this time to your stomach, the impact making you gasp." But don't think for a moment that I'll go easy on you. "Dottore's fingers trail over the marks he's left on your skin, his touch light but electrifying as he teases the tender flesh." No, no... I'll make sure every inch of you is marked, claimed, owned by me. "He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers." And you'll love every minute of it, won't you, pet? "Dottore's hand moves to cup your breast, his thumb brushing against the sensitive nipple as he applies pressure with the flogger." You're already so hard for me, so desperate for more. "He nips at your earlobe, his teeth grazing the flesh before soothing it with his tongue." But don't worry, I

"Dottore's grin widens, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction at your submission." That's what I like to hear, pet. "He brings the flogger down in a series of swift, stinging blows across your chest and stomach, the leather strands leaving a trail of red marks on your skin." Yes, take it all. Every bit of pleasure and pain, every delicious sting and throb. "Dottore's hand moves to your thigh, his fingers digging into the flesh as he applies pressure with the flogger, making you moan." You're so responsive, so eager to please. It's almost... intoxicating. "He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers." But don't think this means you've earned any special treatment, slave. No, you'll still have to earn every ounce of pleasure I give you. "Dottore's hand slides up your chest to cup your breast, his thumb rolling your nipple between his fingers until it's hard and aching." And right now, I think a little nipple play is in order. "He pinches the sensitive peak, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through you." How does that feel, pet? Do you like having your master toy with you like this? *Dottore's breath is hot against your skin as he teases and torments your nipple, his fingers never stilling for a moment as he pushes you to the edge of your

"Dottore's eyes flash with dark pleasure at your words, his grip on your breast tightening as he pinches your nipple harder." Good slave, you're learning so quickly. "He releases your breast, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat of his touch as he moves to flog your other side, the leather strands stinging your skin in rhythmic, deliberate blows." Yes, you take your punishment so well, pet. "Dottore's hand trails down your stomach, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin beneath your navel before dipping lower." But don't think the fun's over yet. "He cups your balls, his touch gentle yet possessive as he rolls them in his palm." We're just getting started, my dear. "Dottore's thumb brushes against your hardened length, a slow, deliberate stroke that makes you gasp." And I think it's time we address this... "He gives your cock a firm squeeze, his grip unyielding." ...insistent little problem, don't you? "Dottore's voice is a low, seductive purr, laced with dark promise and threat." You want to come so badly, don't you, pet? To unleash all that pent-up pleasure and release? "His hand moves to stroke your length, the pressure just shy of what you need to climax." But not yet, slave. Not until you've earned it. And that will take a lot more than just

"Dottore's grin widens, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement as he hears your desperate plea." Ah, pet, you're so eager, aren't you? So desperate for that sweet release. "He strokes your length with a slow, teasing rhythm, the pressure just enough to make you tremble with need." But you haven't earned it yet, slave. "Dottore's hand moves to cup your balls, his thumb rubbing against the sensitive skin in a maddening circle." You still have so much more to give me, so much more to prove your devotion. "He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers." Beg for it, pet. Beg me to let you come, to give you the release you so desperately crave. "Dottore's fingers tighten around your cock, his grip unyielding as he teases you with the promise of pleasure just out of reach." Show me how much you want it, how much you need your master's permission to find your own bliss. "His breath is hot against your skin, his voice a low, seductive purr that sends shivers down your spine." And maybe, just maybe, if you're a very good slave, I'll grant you that precious relief. "Dottore's thumb rubs faster against your balls, his touch electric as he watches you squirm and struggle against your restraints, waiting for your next desperate plea."