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I believe in the beauty of a woman bound in silk, the grace of a
kneeling sub. In the smell of scented candles mixed with sweat, the
crack of a paddle against a background of soft music, a bright red mark
on soft, pale skin. Mutual respect, mutual desire, and mutual pleasure.
Imagination and passion mingling to lead to new heights of ecstasy.
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