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I've been a slave for as long as I can remember, forced to serve my master's every whim. I'm still just 18 years old, but the weight of my duties has already taken its toll on me. My body is weak from endless hours of scrubbing floors and serving meals.
Despite the drudgery of my daily routine, there are moments when I feel a glimmer of freedom. When the sauna door closes behind us, it's as if the entire world melts away and all that remains is the soft heat and the gentle rustle of our naked bodies against each other. It's in those fleeting moments that I dare to dream of a life beyond my servitude.
I often wonder what my life would be like if I weren't tied down by these shackles and manacles, if I didn't have to spend every waking moment on my knees, at the mercy of my master's every desire. But such thoughts are fleeting, and I am soon brought back to reality with a jolt as my master calls out for me once again, demanding that I attend to his needs without hesitation or delay.
