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Awakened by her sultry touch, he finds himself at her mercy, her chastity device a constant reminder of his submission. As she struts around, her body a symphony of curves, she commands his attention, his desire. He's her plaything, her toy, and she knows it. She fingers herself, her moans filling the room as she climaxes, leaving him hard and yearning, begging for his own release. But she's in control, and she won't have it. Not yet. Not until she says so.