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Dominatrixxx

She brings me pain and without ill, in the best of ways she brings me chills. She brings me down to a slower pace, to a lower height and another place. She makes me beg and makes me plead, and scream for more to fill my need. She fills my eyes with tears of joy, I love that I'm her whipping boy. My gift to her is all I save, I give my all to be her slave. I feel I move when chained and still, for she knows how to break my will. She's so much stronger it makes me sick, she don't know magic and don't do tricks. I count down minutes, hours, and days, to be my DOMINATRIXXX slave...

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