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My Mistress's voice is a whip, cracking commands as she orders me to the floor, my back against the cold wall. She straddles me, her hands around my throat, choking me as I gasp for air, my cock throbbing in response. She grinds against me, her clothes rubbing against my skin, driving me wild. With a wicked grin, she slides her hand down my body, finding my hole, and I cry out as she pushes a finger inside, fucking me roughly. She leans in, her lips brushing against mine as she whispers, "You like that, don't you? You like being my little fuck toy?" I can only nod, lost in the pleasure and pain, as she continues to use me, her fingers and words pushing me closer and closer to the edge.