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Pleasure.

There was something she was supposed
to–

Pleasure.

Someone she–

Pleasure.

Somewhere–

Pleasure.

It was so hard to thi–

Pleasure.

So hard to–

Pleasure.

Hard to–

Pleasure.

…

Pleasure.

Pleasure.

Pleasure.

And then suddenly it stopped. She
opened her eyes and saw the man standing over her. She tried to form the words,
to beg to have the pleasure back, but it wasn’t necessary.

“Obey,” he said, and the pleasure
struck her again.

“Obey.”

Pleasure.

It echoed in her head: obey.

Pleasure.

Obey.

Pleasure

Obey…

…

Obey…

Obey…

She opened her eyes again.
“Please…” she managed to say. “Need… something… to
obey…”

He smiled and gave her a command.
She obeyed, and the pleasure returned. Then another, and she obeyed again, and
received pleasure again. By the end of the evening, he no longer even needed to
push the pleasure into her mind: it blossomed on its own every time she obeyed.

By the end of the week, he no longer
even needed to say her orders; she did as he desired, as he had taught her, and
felt pleasure every moment.

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Model: Emilia Clarke

Photographer: Peggy Sirota

Source: Rolling Stone