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Surely it would be difficult for a woman to wear silk and not, by that much more, be aware of her womanhood...Indeed it would hardly account for the totality of her involuntary response, her body's betrayal. It was not ordinary silk which she then, for the first time felt on her body. It was the softest and finest of diaphanous silks, clinging and betraying. It had been milled and created to reveal a woman most exquisitely and beautifully to her Master. It was brief, exotic, humiliating, degrading. It was of course slave silk.
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