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Awakened by his Master's stern voice, the slave rises from his pallet, collar securely in place. His bald head reflects the cold dungeon lights as he reaches for the anal plug, his uncut cock already stirring at the thought of the day's discipline. He lubes the plug, its familiar shape a daily companion, and inserts it with a sharp intake of breath. The Master's voice echoes through the room, "Begin," and the slave starts his morning exercises, each movement a dance of submission, his body on display, his ass clenching around the plug, his pleasure and pain belonging solely to his Master.