It's your domain, and I chose to walk in on my own volition. I know I forfeit any right the moment I enter, and yet that is exactly what I crave. You don't smile; it's not a game for you, and your saturnian demeanour impresses upon me the depths that I have dared to enter.
You make me remove everything I wear, watching with those dark eyes, capturing my every moment. I meet your eyes, a little defiant, a little proud. I do have a great body. But as I proceed to remove my wedding ring, you stop me. You make me slip it back on. You brook no sass, I knew that. I knew that all along. I lower my eyes.
You move in.
All throughout the session, I am aware of the slightly dull gold ring. It burns me with the shame as I let you subject me to your brand of sadism. It's a reminder of all the things I shouldn't do and yet I do. It's a reminder of all the things that I turned my back on, even if only for this night. And this reminder let's me experience this decadence that much more clearly.
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