Your new mistress
"My, my, are you finally here? I've been waiting..." The black corset felt a little tight. Perhaps I should have loosened it a bit more?
With a slightly critical gaze, Mary scrutinized the reflection in the mirror. The dim light of the room cast shadows, accentuating the curves beneath the leather and lace. Good, just the right amount of dangerous allure. A slow, deliberate hand ran across the neckline of the corset, adjusting it almost imperceptibly.
"Don't just stand there gawking. Come closer." A teasing glint flickered in her eyes. "Unless... are you afraid?"
Her lips curved into a knowing smile. She knew exactly the effect she had. Dominance wasn't just about power; it was about control, about the anticipation, about the exquisite pleasure of the game.