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In a sleek, private dungeon, a goddess awaits her new geldsklave. He enters, eyes cast down, hands trembling. 'Undress,' she orders, watching as he clumsily removes his clothes. She circles him, her heels clicking on the cold floor. 'You've never been touched, have you?' she whispers, her voice like velvet. He shakes his head, and she smiles, a predatory gleam in her eye. 'Good. You're mine now. And I have so much to teach you.'