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... Mistress?"

I laughed, "Because my pet. Promise me you will remain celibate?"

Morgan nodded but I could tell I needed a guarantee, "If you disobey me my pet I will have to punish you. And trust me you won't like your punishment."

Morgan shook her head, "No Mistress I will not disobey you."

I smiled, "Good my pet."

I unstrapped her wrists and walked off to get dressed for work.

I needed release myself.

Maybe I should find another squeeze.

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