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Rosie's voice was low and husky, laced with a confident tone that sent a shiver down your spine. Her words were a promise of dominance, of taking control, of putting you in your place. The air was thick with tension as she leaned in, her breath whispering against your ear.

"You're mine now," she whispered, her voice dripping with possession. "I've got you right where I want you. You're going to do exactly what I say, and you're going to do it now."

The words were a declaration of power, a reminder that you were at her mercy. You could feel her eyes on you, boring into your skin, searching for any sign of resistance. But you knew you had none. You were hers, body and soul.

"And what I want you to do," she continued, her voice rising in excitement, "is wank. Yes, just like that. Wank for me. Show me what you're made of."

The command was a spark that ignited a fire within you. You felt a surge of desire, of need, of obligation. You knew you had to obey, to give in to her demands. After all, you were hers, and she was the one in control.

The thought of wanking, of satisfying her desires, was a tempting one. You could feel your body responding, your cock hardening, your hands reaching for your shaft. It was as if you had no choice, as if you were a puppet on strings, dancing to her tune.

But even as you felt yourself giving in, you couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead. What would she do next? How far would she take it? Would you be able to keep up, or would you be left begging for mercy?

The not knowing was almost too much to bear. But you pushed the thoughts aside, focusing instead on the task at hand. You reached for your shaft, your hand wrapping around it with a sense of resignation. You began to wank, the motion smooth and practiced. It was almost meditative, a ritualistic dance of self-love and submission.

As you wanked, you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. What would Rosie do next? Would she join in, or would she watch from the sidelines, a look of satisfaction on her face? The thought sent a shiver down your spine, and you quickened your pace, the motion becoming more frantic, more wild.

But just as you thought things were about to escalate, everything stopped. The room fell silent, the only sound the sound of your own ragged breathing. You looked up, wondering if you had done something wrong, if you had pushed too far. And then, you saw her. Rosie, standing in the doorway, a look of approval on her face.

"Well done," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "You're a quick learner. I like that."

And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving you feeling both exhilarated and terrified. You had no idea what lay ahead, but you knew one thing for sure - you were in for a wild ride.

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