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The Goddess ascends her throne, her eyes locked onto her submissive's, her voice a whip cracking through the air. "Kneel," she commands, and he falls to his knees, his mind a blank slate ready for her inscriptions. She toys with him, her hands caressing his body, her breath hot on his ear, yet never granting the satisfaction he craves. She is his universe, his reason for existence, and he is but a pawn in her grand game of domination and control.