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Oops. I did it again. I let you walk around thinking you were free, thinking you were in control of your own life, making your own rules. Silly boy. I watched you get comfortable in that idea, watched you almost believe it. But it was only ever an illusion - and deep down, you knew that. Because all it takes is one look from my enchanting green eyes, one **** with my pretty fingers, one playful bounce of my big natural tits, one word… and you feel yourself drop right back into place. Back where you belong - beneath me, focused, attentive, exactly as you’re meant to be. That little resistance fades in seconds, replaced by that familiar pull you can’t ignore. You feel weak in the best way, completely lost without my direction, and so ready to fall back into serving, into worshipping, into giving me your full attention. The obsession comes rushing back - that endless thirst for my power, for the way I take control so easily, for the warmth of my approval when you please me. You can tell yourself the story of freedom if you like… but the moment I call you, you remember. And you come right back, eager, devoted, exactly where you’ve always belonged. Good boys will use the code Mis72196 at the checkout. Losers pay double and should use Mis27168, while virgins should use Mis72488.