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As the clock struck twelve, the world outside turned into a silence that was only broken by the occasional hoot of an owl. Inside, the only sounds were the ragged breathing and the faint moans of a man and a woman. The woman lay stretched out on the bed, her body tingling with pleasure as the man, dressed in a leather hood, flogged her relentlessly.

She was his, entirely and completely, and she loved every moment of it. He had brought her to this place, where she could be free to indulge in her wildest fantasies of submission and BDSM.

He had at all times been her master, but tonight, he was relentless in his pursuit of her absolute submission. It was as though an obsession had been unleashed, and he could not get enough of her.

She gasped in pleasure as the flogger struck her again, harder this time. A shiver ran down her spine as she felt the leather leave marks on her back. The pain and pleasure mingled together, creating an intoxicating sensation that made her want more.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “You’re mine, completely and utterly, and you belong to me.”

She moaned as he touched her, running his hands over her body, exploring every inch of her skin. She was awash in sensation and desire, and she knew that there was no going back from this.

He took her to the edge of pleasure again and again, never letting her rest or recover. She was his toy, his plaything, his obsession.

Finally, he released her, and she lay on the bed, panting and exhausted, a small smile on her face. She knew that she would never be the same again, that she had been transformed by this experience.

As he untied her, she looked up at him with gratitude and adoration. He had given her everything she had ever wanted, and she belonged to him now, body and soul.

The night may have ended, but the obsession had only just begun. And they both knew that they would never be able to get enough of each other.
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