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feel the fire-kissed licks of the whip across the cheeks of your ass…the sting of the crop as it paints little crimson welts along the length of your thighs…the icy slap of Master's words…humiliating you…degrading you…the silent power of Master's touch…stealing the breath from your chest…warm fingers rolling and twisting your stiffened nipples…the branding of the wax…the delicious scalding of melted flame spattering across your skin…the cool silver stamp embossing Master's Seal across each heaving breast and soft flatness above your nest…hardening…feel yourself bound…open and vulnerable…helpless to resist…the pounding of your heart…the throbbing between your legs…the ache of the want making your sex weep…the sweet glistening tears drooling down your thighs…shattering the crystal pillars of your resistance…
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