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Domme Chronicles - Whispers
I was whispering in his ear, so close, touching every part of him. The image was crystal clear in my head, I spilled it into him. A white room, clean, featureless, stark. He is the only thing that spoils its perfect sterility. He is tied down in the middle over a white block. The block is also white, waist-height, sharp edges. He is face down, [...]
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