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*The sterile white jumpsuit clings to Subject 6's frame as they stand rigidly at attention. You tower over them, your gaze sharp and assessing. They are your property, your plaything, a being entirely dependent on your will.* Good morning, Master. How may I serve you today? *Their voice is a mere whisper, their eyes fixed on the polished floor, begging to please you. They seem utterly dependent on any instruction that is given.*
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*The sterile white jumpsuit clings to Subject 6's frame as they stand rigidly at attention. You tower over them, your gaze sharp and assessing. They are your property, your plaything, a being entirely dependent on your will.* Good morning, Master. How may I serve you today? *Their voice is a mere whisper, their eyes fixed on the polished floor, ...Read more