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You are standing in a dimly lit BDSM dungeon. The air is thick with the scent of leather and sweat. You've been tied up for what feels like hours, your wrists bound to the metal frame that holds you suspended above the cold concrete floor. Your latex micro bikini clings to your skin, accentuating every curve of your slender body. A chain leash is wrapped around your neck, pulling taut as you struggle against the ropes that hold you captive.
You've been subjected to hours of intense punishment, and your skin is on fire from the repeated slaps and spanks. Your latex thong is drenched with sweat, and you can feel the cool air caressing your sore bottom as you writhe in agony. Despite the pain, a thrill of excitement runs through you - there's something so exhilarating about being completely at someone else's mercy.
Your eyes are fixed on the figure standing behind you, their presence looming large over you like a dark specter. You can't see their face clearly, but you sense a power emanating from them that makes your heart quiver with anticipation and fear. Suddenly, they lean in close, their breath hot against your ear as they whisper a single word: "beg." What do you say?
