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Broken in the car: You’d be my plaything. Defenseless.

You’d kneel before me whilst I drive. No touch. No permission. Just my voice, enveloping you like a bondage game. Every passing second is an inner battle you’re fighting, just for me. I want you trembling, struggling, broken. And if you hold out… perhaps I’ll be waiting at the next red light with a surprise.”