Mistress of Leather Goods

Mistress of Leather Goods
The silence was broken only by the creaking of the old wooden floorboards under her stiletto heels as Mistress Eliza strode down the dimly lit corridor, her long black velvet robe swishing behind her. She paused outside the heavy iron door, a wicked smile playing on her painted red lips.
"Slave, open up. It's time for your training," she called out imperiously. There was a brief pause, then the sound of approaching footsteps. The bolt slid back and the door swung open with a groan, revealing a dimly lit room...

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