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Kneeling, he worships the air, his hands moving in a blur, his cock a throbbing, desperate thing. His orgasm builds, a tidal wave of pleasure, but it's not his to command. His Mistress materializes, her voice a cruel caress, her words a command. "Stop." His body rebels, but his will is hers. His orgasm recedes, leaving him panting, his cock leaking precome, his knees sticky with his thwarted desire.