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"Kneel," she commands, and his body responds instantly, mind catching up a moment later. She's dressed in black lace, her strapon prominent, a stark contrast to his chastity device. She talks dirty, her voice a whiplash, "You like that, don't you? My strapon, your chastity, it's perfect, isn't it?" She guides his hand, making him touch her, making him want her, making him need her. She's his mistress, his goddess, his everything, and he's her willing, kneeling slave.