BDSM Erotica Billionaire’s Pleasure Torture Fetish Domination, Obedience and Submission

I take her, one strong hand gripping her leash and lead her to a simple bench, two slim and flat slats of board for its legs, cushioned black leather upholsters its top. She doesn't fight. She's learned to trust me by now.
I bend her over the black leather seat and quickly secure her wrists and ankles in place with the wispy leather straps. A thicker strap goes firmly over her back, holding her tightly in place. I hear her breath. By the time I've cinched everything tight she can barely even wriggle. Her breathing has quickened. I can almost smell her anticipation. I run one hand down her back, then stand and walk to the rack on my brick wall where I keep all my toys. The dungeon is a private one, and my collection is pretty extensive.