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In a dimly lit, private office, the femdom dominatrix sits, her legs crossed, a strap-on harness visible beneath her short, tight skirt. She's interviewing you, but not for a job – for the chance to obey her erotic commands. You're to be her personal pegging plaything, she informs you, her voice a sultry purr. She wants you to beg for it, to feel the hard, unyielding pressure of her leather-clad cock filling you, stretching you. She'll talk dirty, she promises, guiding you, commanding you, until you're crying out, your body writhing in submission.