Master's Claim: "You Are Mine"

A master's possessive proclamation echoes through the chamber as he asserts, "You are mine." The bound captive, her body adorned with intricate rope work, tenses, her eyes flashing with defiance. He steps closer, his breath hot on her ear, "Every inch of you belongs to me." His fingers trace her body, leaving trails of fire, igniting her senses. She moans, her resistance crumbling, as he whispers dark promises of pleasure and pain, claiming her as his own.

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