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| You need a strong hand. You may be smart, pretty, powerful, or rich during the day, but you feel the craving for surrender like a hunger, like a gnawing in your gut. You have submitted, perhaps, or not...but you have never surrendered. Feel my hand smooth your hair, then grip your neck, in the fine hair at the nape of your neck, my other hand pressing firm on your lower belly, just above your greedy little c
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