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The femdom's heels click on the floor, a rhythmic tattoo of command. She wears her power like a second skin, and he can't help but obey. She doesn't need to speak; her body language is enough. The strap-on is a visual promise of what's to come, a threat and a tease all in one. She takes her time, enjoying the anticipation, the control, the power she holds over him.