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With every public strike of the whip, Sam's body responds, his cock hardening despite the pain. Mistress Victoria, ever the observant Domme, notices his arousal and smirks. She orders him to his knees, his face pressed against the cold brick wall. The leather of her boots gleams in the faint light as she steps out of them, her heels clicking on the cobblestone. She runs a gloved hand over Sam's ass, feeling the welts raised by her whip. "You like this, don't you, you pathetic worm?" she hisses, her voice laced with contempt. Sam nods, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body yearning for more.