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The first meeting of my whip against your flesh sent thrills through me.

Your pain was so exquisite, the tension in your body the line of the welt. My most precious, understand that with each lash, each stroke, I create you anew. Modelled perfectly for my pleasure. You speak of a stone with which I have carved a masterpiece… how right you are. Your pain, the searing bond between us, bowed low to my feet serving me with every fiber, needing and craving, you are the answer to my dark needs, you are my jewel.

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