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Kneeling, the bound slave awaits his mistress's touch. She circles him, her high heels clicking on the stone floor, her leather corset creaking with each breath. She runs a gloved hand over his skin, feeling the goosebumps, before raising her whip. The first lash draws a gasp, the next a grunt. She moves to his front, her skirt riding up, revealing her garters. She leans in, her breath hot on his neck, whispering, "More?" as she trails the whip's tails across his chest.