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The mistress, her heart pounding with anticipation, watches as her submissive spins the wheel, each click echoing her racing pulse. It lands on 'Joi', her favorite game. She crosses her legs, the soft fabric of her stockings rustling, as she commands him to remove his pants. He hesitates, but her stern gaze melts his resistance. His cock springs free, already leaking pre-cum. She guides his hand, wrapping his fingers around his shaft, as she recites a litany of degrading orders, her voice a husky whisper. His breath hitches, his grip tightens, and she knows he's close. But she won't let him finish, not yet. Not until she's ready to see him beg.