Pink Lace, Silver Whips: Slaves Surrender by JennyXue on DeviantArt
In the dim glow of flickering candles, she lay like a doe ready for the reality of her masters whip. The man behind her held a whip, his hand gripping the lash. Her pink lace gown clung to her skin, fishnet stockings and sparkling shoes adding glamour. She was bound by handcuffs, wrists chained to the floor. She had been trained to obey, to kneel, to submit. Now she awaited the moment when he would whip her into a new reality, her body a canvas, her soul a blank page. Her pink shoes sparkled with every step of the night. She was ready.
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