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Her master's voice echoes in her mind, a command she cannot resist. She falls to her knees, eyes downcast, as she begins to pleasure herself, her fingers dancing over her skin, tracing the lines of her body. She's a canvas of desire, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she gives in to the pleasure. Her master's voice, her own longing, they intertwine, pushing her closer to the edge. She's a slave to her own pleasure, her body quivering as she reaches her climax, her master's name a whispered prayer on her lips.