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Dominant mentor and her s*bm*ssive protégé - “Bad girls get punished for talking back.” She approached slowly from behind. Her warm breath brushed the back of my neck as she tied her silk scarf over my eyes, blinding me. My knees trembled with every slow exhale. - “Undress,” she ordered harshly. Embarrassed but aching for more, I slowly took off my clothes. - “Lie down on the bed. Now.” I obeyed. She tied my wrists to the headboard, then picked up her leather crop. Sharp, stinging strikes landed across my a*s. Pain and pleasure blurred as I m*aned loudly — her husband wasn’t home, so I didn’t hold back. - “That’s enough for today,” she said coldly, as if she hadn’t just set my entire body on fire. Moments ago she had me melting under her touch, and now she sounded so distant again. She untied the scarf from my eyes. I turned my head to look at her, my heart still racing. The question slipped out before I could stop it: “Was that… still just acting?” Birdie stared at me for a long time. Her eyes were dark and filled with conflicting emotions. She leaned in closer, her lips barely an inch from mine. I could feel how nervous I had made her. She whispered...