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As Alice walked into the dimly lit room, she knew exactly what she was getting herself into. She had met him online, and they had spent weeks talking about their deepest fantasies. He said he was a dominant, and she was excited to explore her submissive side. But as they started playing together, she quickly realized that this was no normal power dynamic – it was an addictive power play.

He had complete control over her, and she loved it. He told her what to wear, how to act, what to say. He pushed her boundaries every time they met, and she couldn’t withstand the temptation of giving in to his every command.

As she stood before him, dressed in nothing but her black lace lingerie, he walked around her, inspecting her body. She could feel his eyes on her skin, and it made her shiver with desire.

“Good girl,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. “You look so obedient, just the way I like it.”

Alice felt her cheeks flush with arousal as he stepped closer to her. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back roughly, making her gasp.

“You belong to me, Alice,” he whispered in her ear. “I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before.”

And he did. He pushed her to the edge, testing her limits and making her crave more. He spanked her, tied her up, and made her beg for release.

But no matter how much he pushed her, she all the time wanted more. The temptation of control was too strong for her to withstand.

And as they lay together, spent and satisfied, she knew that this was just the beginning of their addictive power play. She was hooked, and there was no turning back.
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