The tightening of your straps turn my mind back to thoughts of tourture, pleasure, pain. The sounds of your muffled moans drive me to my brink. Will you survive our encounter, will you beg for release, or will you lay silent like a good slave and understand that what i do, i do for love. Beg for me to stop, lust for me to continue. I am your master and you are my lover.

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