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I’ll have the rope ready. Chest harness, wrists bound to it, you held exactly how I want you. Then I’m putting you on the sybian — tied down, mounted, no control over the pace. That’s mine now.

I’ll start you low. You’ll stay there until I say otherwise. I want to watch you fight to stay still when you can’t, and I’ll decide when — or if — you’ve earned more. You don’t cum until I let you.

Shears within reach, your word always works. Everything past that belongs to me.