In the dark depths of Mistress Julia’s dungeon, a scene of exquisite torment unfolded. Bound tightly in intricate mummy-like wrappings, his body completely immobilized, he lay at her mercy, helpless and vulnerable. His every breath echoed in the chamber, a symphony of anticipation and desire.
Mistress Julia, a vision of dominance and allure, circled him with a predatory grace, her eyes gleaming with wicked delight. She held the power to grant or deny him release, to tease him to the brink of ecstasy and back again with a mere flick of her finger.
With a sly smile playing on her lips, she traced a feather-light touch along his trembling form, sending shivers of longing through his restrained body. Every inch