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Terry, the sissy slave, is jolted awake by the unmistakable sound of his mistress's heels clicking on the cold hardwood floor. She stands over him, her silhouette framed by the harsh morning light, a cruel smile curving her lips. "Morning, pet," she purrs, her voice a whip-crack in the silent room. Terry, his heart pounding, swiftly assumes the position, his hands clasped behind his back. His mistress, satisfied with his prompt obedience, orders him to start his day as she likes it best: pleasuring himself for her amusement. Terry, his cock tenting the thin sheet, begins to stroke, his eyes never leaving his mistress's powerful form.