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In her lavish boudoir, the teen domme reclines, her petite frame a picture of power. The loser, her paypig, enters, eyes downcast, clutching a wad of cash. "You think this buys you anything?" she sneers, flipping the bills with a manicured nail. He shakes his head, "No, Mistress." She smirks, "Good. Now, strip. Show me what you're worth." He hesitates, then complies, his body a map of shame and desire as he prepares to fuck himself raw for her amusement.