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Mistress Loow's chastity-trained sub kneels, awaiting her command. She reminds him, "Remember my name, pet." He hesitates, and her foot descends, pressing firmly on his caged balls. "Again," she orders, her voice a sultry purr. He falters, and she brings the riding crop down, the tip connecting with his vulnerable sac. He gasps, his body tensing, but Mistress Loow is just getting started. She'll continue this dance of pain and pleasure until he's begging for mercy, or she's had her fill.