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Power is rarely as simple as a crown on a head or a collar around a throat. Sometimes it rests between them — unclaimed, waiting, and heavy with desire.
How can two little words hold so much power?
Right when I was healing from one cold Master brought home another for us to share. But how does his “treatment” of me hold up?
When fever dreams and medical kink combine, the results can be rather fascinating. Join me in sick bay for this post,