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After the bistro...

Mistress Inanna, I couldn't get over my excitement when I met you again at the bistro, that powerful look that captivates me. To see you in your boots, to know that you were dressed all in leather under your raincoat. And to know that this Beautiful Mistress would moments later make me grovel, tie me up, whip me, powerfully subdue me. When you caressed my head, that hand seemed so powerful, so determined. I couldn't speak, only make little noises and drool. I was an animal thing that you had created, an animal thing that belonged to you, an animal thing that existed only under your control. Fuck machine bistro

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