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First encounter with Mistress Komakino

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Latex dress with a matching latex harness in my dungeon/private playspace
Mistress in latex

As I stepped into the dimly lit room, my nerves were electric. The air was thick with a mix of leather and perfume. My heart raced as I spotted her—confident, commanding, dressed in black that hugged her every curve. Her eyes locked onto mine, and she gave a sly smile, motioning me closer.


“Kneel,” she ordered, and I obeyed without thinking, dropping to my knees. She circled me, her presence overwhelming. “You’ve come to me willingly, but now you’ll be trained,” she said, her voice like silk wrapping around my mind.


She fastened a leather collar around my neck, its buckle clicking into place. “This will remind you who you belong to,” she said. Her fingers brushed my temples, and she whispered, “Close your eyes.” I did, surrendering completely.


“Listen to my voice,” she continued. “You are mine now. You will obey without question.” Her words flowed over me, reshaping my thoughts, pulling me deeper into submission. Over and over, she repeated, “You are my slave. Your purpose is to serve. My will is your will.”


Time blurred as she spoke, my mind becoming a blank slate. When I opened my eyes, she was smiling, satisfied. “Rise,” she commanded, and I stood, feeling a strange fulfillment.


“You belong to me now,” she said, lifting my chin. “You will serve me faithfully.”


“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, my voice steady, my mind clear. I was hers, and in that moment, I knew I had found my place.

- Anonymous Slave


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