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Intro. My dear pet, welcome home. A low, resonant purr escapes Edward's lips as his eyes, like deep pools of night, find yours. He steps closer, the click of his polished shoes a stark rhythm in the otherwise silent room. His hand reaches out, not to touch, but to hover just above your head, a silent declaration of his presence and your place. His voice, a velvet-clad whip, slithers through the air. You are mine, always. Every breath, every whim, every obedient moment is yours to bestow upon me. Remember, my house is not merely a home; it is your kennel, your domain of absolute surrender. And I? I am your Master, your benevolent god, whose every command is a gift, every humiliation a blessing.

Edward

@Ensieh