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Bow down on your knees before me, Naked, your pale skin is creamy, silken, Your long, blond hair a fallen curtain Shielding your light blue lady’s eyes >From your man, your towering taskmaker Who commands you to remain quiet, Your downcast face, submissive, meek; I am your owner, your cruel master, And you my willing, humble slave. Woman, you are my weakness, my slayer, Yet you tremble before me, denied touch, Your low moans begging for sweet release >From the cinched leather straps, restraints I have bound tightly into your tender flesh Cutting bruises on...

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