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reflexively. He caresses your
face and looks at you lovingly. So like a little boy, you think.
"You may go if you wish," he says.
"What will happen to me if I stay?"
"Nothing you do not consent to."
"And the other," you cannot say slaves, "the others?"
"Nothing they do not consent to. Will you stay?"
"I'm thirsty," you reply.
He leads you by your leash to a table with a candelabra in the
center and on which have been laid cheeses, bread, caviar, and
various wines. "What goes well with rubber?" you ask.
He laughs and kisses you. "Oh, pretty puss, you are so lovely!"
He pours you a glass of rose and lets you sip it. You become
aware of your hands cuffed behind you. You sip some more wine.
You rub your body against his velvet suit and nuzzle his ear.
You feel your nipples harden. You whisper, "Take me to the
bedroom and undo me. I know how to please you." You twist so
you can tug his coat with your hands.
He laughs again. "A tempting offer. Do you want more wine?"
You look at him.
He grins. "Very tempting. Later, perhaps. But you can please
me now. Kneel. Kneel or I shall have you whipped."
His tone startles you. You kneel before him and
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