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You think I do not see your quick glances at my hands, little pet? I know you wish for one to be around your throat as I pin you against the wall; for my other to tease you until you are a shivering, gasping mess. I can see it in your eyes that you crave for me to take control, to claim you, to own you. You beg for domination, and I shall gladly oblige.

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