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Something isn’t right, but I can’t quite place what it is.
I’m dressed to be fucked, that seems off? But then I remember I’m a desperately horny slut and my body exists for pleasure, so that’s not it.
I’m posing however I’m told, that’s new? But I’m a good girl and good girls obey, so that’s not it.
Oh! I’ve got it! I’m asking questions! I’m a helplessly mindfucked little slave, of course I shouldn’t be thinking anything but what I’m told.
Good thing my hypnotist is here to fix it.