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Pain is a wonderful tool. Pain applied to the whole body, internally and externally. Listening to the screams as my slaves body is bruised and marked, watching her twist in the bonds that restrict her, Hearing the soft moans as the pain rocks her body and elicits pleasure at the same time for her. Hearing her whimper when I stop, begging for more, even though she was just trying to barter a way to make it stop. Leaving the choice to continue in my hands.
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