wtssts/src/mute/copy/bunker/arrival/11.twee

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"We'll need a safe... word... right."
I T R U S T Y O U W O N T H U R T M E
"Not intentionally, but I have no experience. Clack or blink S.O.S. whenever
\ you want to stop, all right? Can you do that?"
Yeah, I know what an S.O.S. is.
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"Very good, very good. So, you want the whole package? Domination, humiliation,
\ what's it called... discipline?" -- I nod. -- "More bondage, orgasm denial,
\ what else?"
A N Y T H I N G T H A T Y O U E N J O Y
"I'll have to think."
T H E P O I N T I S F O R M E T O N O T H A V E C O N T R O L
I C A N T T E L L Y O U W H A T T O D O O R W H E N T O S T O P
I A L S O L I K E
I sigh yet again.
B R E A T H P L A Y
A N D B E I N G H U N G B Y C O L L A R
Deeper into degeneracy, Mute.
"Oh man, your shows must have been really hot."
I blush. Humiliation? Are we live?
"So I have to maintain an act of being a strict master so that you don't feel
\ in control, right?"
I nod.
"But what if you don't like it?"
I W O N T L I K E I T B U T I W I L L
"You mean you take pleasure from being uncomfortable?"
I F Y O U A R E R E A L L Y G O O D I L L B E I N S U B S P A C E
W A T C H M Y F A C E Y O U L L S E E I T
A C T U A L F E A R I S T O O F A R
B U T T H E N A G A I N
L O O K I T S C O M P L I C A T E D
"Damn right it is. Yeah, I'll watch your face."
[[I guess that settles it.|mute_copy_bunker_pony_01]]
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