Her Full Submission

Cadence walks in like she owns the city. She leaves her status at the door. Mistress Tina yanks her down to her knees before the lock even clicks. The woman never asks. She collars Cadence in one sharp motion, thick black leather tight against her pale throat. Cadence’s blonde hair falls over her face as she lowers her head, already trembling with the first wave of release. Tina pulls the leash. Cadence follows on hands and knees across cold hardwood, eyes down, ass high, nothing left of the powerful woman who walked in. Tina strips the silk blouse, the tailored skirt, every trace of board-room armor until Cadence kneels naked and bound at the foot of the bed. Rope bites into her wrists and ankles, pulling her open. The blonde strands stick to her damp forehead while Tina’s black hair swings forward as she bends to inspect her work. She taps the arch of Cadence’s foot once, just enough to make the bound woman jerk and whimper. The second tap lands harder. The third drags a soft cry from Cadence’s throat. Tina smiles. She keeps Cadence there, panting, until the last thought of money, meetings, and control slips away. Only the collar, the rope, and Mistress Tina remain.