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"Go ahead, silkstockingslover," I continued, and now her cheeks went ruby red, and her eyes got huge like saucers, "If you're like the submissive characters in most of your stories, then your legs should be getting weak about now, your mind fighting a losing battle, your desire to submit consuming you, and your need to obey me overcoming any last vestiges of your willpower." "Kevin..." she repeated, her entire demeanor one of shock, the slowly building look of lust in her eyes giving away the inevitable punch line to this confrontation. Which was very much like I'd just described it to her.