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The room is filled with the soft rustling of costumes and the hushed commands of the mistress. She starts by running her fingers along the slave's chest, tracing patterns, her touch light yet deliberate. She pays special attention to his nipples, circling them, pinching them gently, making them harden and stand at attention. The slave's breath hitches, his body tensing as she leans in, her warm breath on his ear, "You will not cum until I tell you to," she whispers, her voice a sweet, seductive poison that leaves him trembling with anticipation and denial.