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Sarah smiled as she took the glass.

“Aw, how sweet, Paul. I’m really glad you came, y’know.”

Paul watched as Sarah took a sip of the champagne. Then another. And another.

“It’s no problem, Sarah. You’re looking wonderful, as ever…”

Sarah blushed slightly. “Thank you!”

Paul motioned with his hand for her to take another sip. Sarah found herself doing so.

“I have a confession, though, Sarah. Well, two actually.”

Paul laid his hand over hers, and on the glass, pulling it down towards the table. Sarah understood, placing the champagne flute on the surface. She giggled as she felt his hand on the small of her back. He leaned in close and whispered in her ear.

“I’ve always wanted you, Sarah. I know you know that. I know you’ve flirted with me on and off over the years. But you never admitted you wanted me. So you teased me, and taunted me, and ended up marrying someone else. But that doesn’t change how I feel, does it? I still want you. I want you naked, on your knees, caressing your breasts and serving my cock until I burst all over your face, your tits, your hair…”

Paul was guiding Sarah away from the wedding reception now, far away to a private room down endless corridors. Sarah was wide-eyed - with fear, with anticipation, with arousal. Try as she might to move away, to resist…to at least protest, Sarah simply couldn’t.

“Confession two, Sarah. The champagne I gave you was drugged with a powerful psychotropic substance. One that dampens your will, and makes you totally and completely obedient to me. It’s also rather addictive. And I have a pure batch in my room. You’re going to take it, and I’m going to fuck you, Sarah. I’m going to claim you. I’m going to make you mine.”

Sarah whimpered as he led her inside his room.

“You’ll be addicted, Sarah, and you’ll love it. You’ll want others, your sexy friends, to join you, too. It’ll be our little secret, though, Sarah. I’ll let you go back to your husband, and your normal life. But you’ll always have that craving, that need, to submit to me…”

Sarah flopped onto the bed, defeated.

“Yes, Master.”

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