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In the dimly lit dungeon, a bound submissive awaits his mistress's return. His eyes are closed, but his senses heightened, breathing in the scent of leather and sweat. He's alone, yet not - her presence lingers, her commands echoing. He strokes himself, not for pleasure, but to show his devotion. He imagines her watching, her eyes burning with approval. His body tenses, a soft moan escaping as he spills himself, not in release, but in service.