“No, that’s stupid. Of course your, um, so-called ‘magic word’ didn’t turn me on. I, ah, I feel just the same as I did before you said it. What makes you so sure that, uh, that I’m turned on?
“What? No. I didn’t take off my pants because you said a different ‘magic word.’ I took them off because … because … because I like the feel of this carpet on my skin, okay? Maybe I’ll even kneel on it later because it feels so nice.
“Just because I’m staring at your cock doesn’t mean that I want to suck it. It’s just, um, nice to look at. If I decide to suck your cock, it’s because I want to, not because you commanded me to, Master.”
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