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The Maid Husband
by NS ns@cryogen.com
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An uneven relationship between a husband and wife, is
righted in the end. (Fdom/M, d/s, wimp husband)
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Author Note: Sensitive readers or readers that have
religious or moral objections to sexually explicit
material are warned not to read the following text. The
author will not take responsibility for any emotional,
psychological, physical or other distress, damage or
harm that may result from reading this text. Readers
that live in countries where text of an explicit nature
is forbidden, read this text at their own discretion and
of their own accord.
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Part One
Friday started as any normal day. At the alarm, Alan
rose and went to the bathroom to run Lisa's bath. He
quickly showered himself and when the bath was 'just so'
woke Lisa. She greeted him and dragged herself sleepily
to the bathroom. She had a pee and stood waiting for
Alan to wipe her. She then climbed in the bath and
slowly sank into the warm water.
With a flick of the hand Alan was excused so that he
could get himself ready for work. Alan loved this - he
loved to be dominated and to be able to serve his
'mistress'. He dried his hair, shaved in the spare
bathroom and dressed himself in his robe. He went
downstairs and prepared their standard breakfast of
juice and toast. This was just one of his standard
duties in his relationship with Lisa. They had been
married for three years, had a good home life, no money
troubles and they were well matched - certainly
sexually.
After preparing breakfast, he went back upstairs just in
time as Lisa was lifting herself into a sitting
position. He soaped her back and neck and washed her
arms and legs. "Please Mistress" he began, "may I wash
your special places". He waited with an eager
expression. Lisa casually turned her head. "No. The
water was too warm - I shall wash myself". He acted
crestfallen but inside he was loving this. He watched
her soap her lovely breasts and move her hands below the
water to the 'special place'. A place he had not been
allowed to 'visit' in over six months.
Despite all of his efforts to be worthy of his mistress,
she would still not consider letting him back into their
bed. "Oh very well," she started "you may relieve
yourself". He beamed - she was being kind today. He
slipped off his robe and knelt at the side of the bath.
Quickly, because he knew that these invitations had a
tendency to expire, he stroked his cock to its' full
size and started to masturbate. All the time his eyes
were glued on his wife's soapy globes.
"Faster!" Lisa barked.
"Nnnghh, s-sorry mistress" he managed but thankfully he
felt his balls tightened and he felt the wonderful
release as he came, spilling come carefully into the
palm of his hand - woe betide him if he spilled any on
the floor! "Show me" was all Lisa said. He held his
cupped hands towards her and she glanced at the little
puddle of spunk. "O.K., lick them clean" were her last
words. Alan greedily lapped the salty liquid from his
hands, snaking his tongue in-between his fingers to
ensure he had every drop. He knew it was then time to
retire.
He dressed and heard Lisa leave the bathroom. He skipped
back in quickly and rinsed the bath clean before moving
downstairs. A few minutes later Lisa arrived, they sat
and ate breakfast. He tidied the table whilst she
finished her preparations for the day. Lisa was an
account manager at a large bank. She took personal
control of a few select clients. Today was an important
day.
She would be making a proposal to them to allow some
debt to be re-financed. She would be in control today -
they needed her. So, she 'power dressed' in her
favourite outfit. A 'Donna Karan' two piece black suit,
short skirt and tightly fitting tailored jacket, light
camisole top, black stockings and medium heels and to
complete the feeling of power, a G-string pulled tight
between her arse cheeks.
Alan also prepared for the day. He was a corporate
finance director - a partner in the bank. This is how
they had met. He had been overawed by one of Lisa's
preparations and he had engineered many private
meetings. They had hit it off on a personal level and
their love had grown. He had gotten a very sexy and
loving wife, she had gotten a very powerful and kind
husband. He had gained a mistress, she had gained a
slave. The knowledge of their shared sexual orientation
hadn't surfaced until they'd been married close to a
year - both too afraid to frighten the other in the
early days.
From the beginning, the sex had been excellent and they
made a great pair. The wages were good, a new house was
purchased but it was the subject of 'domestic help' that
had started the conversation with Alan daring to suggest
that he would love to 'serve' his beautiful wife. She
had taken it as a joke initially but then a sexual angle
was raised and things had developed from there.
They waved goodbye on the drive, she left first in her
own BMW and he left minutes later in the company Lexus.
Life was good. They were both happy with the situation,
no-one else knew, and Lisa took lovers whenever she felt
the need. It's not that she didn't love Alan, but she
was a strong and powerful woman who had 'given in' to
becoming a wife out of a need at the time but who now
relished the chance to control men.
A dark memory of her unhappy childhood stirred many
emotions in Lisa. But she was now in a position to do
something about it. She was 31, 5' 8" tall, brunette
with her hair bobbed just above her shoulders. She had a
lovely 36C-26-36 body and she dressed well. She was a
sexy woman who had an inner passion that made her feel
strong.
Lisa drove away and thought of the day ahead. She was
meeting Antonio Perculli, an investment banker from New
York. And she lusted after him. He was English but from
Italian blood. He had a firm, muscular body, strong
European looks and had made no secret of his attraction
to her. She had worn a short skirt and stockings at
their last meeting and it had achieved the desired
results.
They were seated close together poring over documents
and Lisa casually crossed her legs letting her skirt
ride up. Antonio's eyes had lit up. He hadn't made a
move because he had spotted her wedding ring - and this
was business after all. Lisa pictured Antonio's body as
she drove and imagined him lying down with her riding
him to orgasm. She shook her head to clear the thoughts
and carried on to work.
Alan arrived at his office and parked in his reserved
space. Tracy on reception greeted him warmly and he
grabbed a cup of coffee on the way to his office. He
took off his coat and made his way to the toilet. He
checked the other cubicles and casually dropped his
trousers. Whilst still standing, he dropped his shorts
and took a pair of Lisa's soiled panties from his
pocket.
He sniffed them fully and then wrapped them around his
already stiff cock. He wanked hard and fast and pictured
Lisa in the bath that morning. He spoke softly as he
came "Bitch, bitch, bitch... OH SHIT!" and he came for
the second time that day into the palm of his hand. He
looked down at the spunk and licked it up once more. He
dressed and returned to his office. By the end of the
day he would have authorised financial dealings in
excess of $100 million.
Part Two
Alan arrived home first - as usual. He knew the routine.
He went to his bedroom and took off his suit and the
remainder of his clothes. He tidied them carefully but
quickly because he knew not to get caught without being
'dressed' for his mistress. He went to his bottom drawer
and took out his maid's uniform, frilly white panties,
stockings and garter belt and black high-heeled shoes.
He sat on the bed and put the garter belt around his
waist. He then bent his leg and slipped one of the
stockings over his foot and stretched his leg as he
slowly slid the nylon up his legs. He loved the feel of
it against his skin. The stockings were 30 denier to
hide his hair. They had decided it wouldn't be
worthwhile him shaving his legs. He put on the second
stocking and slipped the panties over his legs.
By the time he stood his erection was in full bloom. He
stepped into the maid's outfit and shuddered as he felt
the silkiness slide up his legs and body. He put his
arms through the holes and expertly zipped it at the
back. He tied on his frilly white pinafore around his
waist and stood to admire himself in the mirror. The
black uniform was fringed with white lace and the skirt
hem came halfway down his thighs - far enough to cover
his stocking tops.
Except when he bent over, as he now did after slipping
on his favourite spiky-heeled shoes, and admired his
rear-end in the mirror. He followed the line from the
tops of his shoes, up the backs of his legs, his
stocking tops just showing and then the frilly white of
the uniform. He quickly checked that the bulge of his
cock wasn't visible and proceeded about his duties.
Lisa had had a good day. She drove home singing along to
the radio and thought of the night ahead. It had gone
well with Antonio and she rubbed her thighs together a
little as she thought of him. She parked behind the
Lexus and entered the house. She scampered straight
upstairs and into her room, shutting the door. Alan
heard her arrive and moved to prepare her cocktail.
But when she ran straight upstairs he was quite
surprised - he thought "but it's Friday, she always has
a drink on Friday and then..." his thoughts died away as
the realisation that he'd got himself pretty for
nothing. On Fridays, Lisa would order him to fix her a
cocktail then get him kneel in front of her and lick her
out until she ordered him to stop. If he had done well
he would be allowed to wank. If he had done badly, he
would be bent over the coffee table and spanked. Either
way, Alan enjoyed it immensely. He stopped the
preparation of dinner and walked to the bottom of the
stairs. He listened and could hear her moving in her
room. He climbed the stairs and stood outside her door.
Just as he did so, the door was opened and Lisa rushed
past him towards the cupboard. "Oh Damn!" she barked.
"Take this," she offered a dress to Alan "and iron it
well". She moved back towards her room and Alan
stammered out "But, but what about dinner?"
She looked at him and smiled, a cruel smile. "I'm going
out. I'll be late back." She paused. "Stay dressed as
you are and wait for me to return. Now, get that
ironed," and she closed herself in her room.
Alan was crestfallen but his duty was to serve his
mistress so he went back down to the kitchen and took
out the ironing board. He laid the dress on the board
and then realised what it was. It was her 'slut' dress.
Bright red, very tight-fitting, with vent slits up each
side. When she wore it, she looked like a million bucks.
It clung beautifully to the curves of her bum and
accentuated her firm breasts. It came down to mid-thigh
but the side slits always caused it to ride higher. The
dress was so revealing that she never wore underwear
with it.
Alan paused. He suspected that the dress was not for his
benefit. He knew all about Lisa's other men but she
always shared the experience with him - telling him in
graphic detail about what happened whilst he
masturbated. If Lisa had particularly naughty, she let
him come over her. Usually she lay on the bed and talked
languidly whilst he knelt next to her and spunked over
her breasts. She enjoyed it and it meant that they
didn't really have any secrets from each other. Alan
trusted her. But he knew nothing of what was happening
tonight. He was woken from his thoughts by the sound of
her coming downstairs - and he hadn't even started
ironing the dress!
Lisa entered the kitchen and pushed past him. She was
looking for a small pair of scissors. She noticed that
he was only just plugging-in the iron. "And WHAT have
you been doing!" she barked. She quickly moved behind
him and lifted the hem of his uniform and smacked her
hand hard across his cheeks. "Get it done NOW or you'll
be restrained before I go out!" It was no small threat.
He quickly started to iron the dress and made sure to be
careful.
He scampered upstairs holding the garment carefully and
knocked on her door. He entered and saw her standing in
front of the mirror. She looked stunning. Her hair was
lifted onto her head and a few strands wafted around her
neck. She was carefully applying make-up and her lips
looked full and rich. She had a pearl choker on and a
pearl bracelet. The only other thing she was wearing was
a pair of sheer, black hold-up stockings.
She turned to look at him. "Lay it on the bed and go to
your room" was all she said. He complied and as he was
leaving he could smell her fragrance drifting across the
room. After a few minutes of sitting on his bed, his
door opened and she stood before him. She was wearing
the dress and a pair of four-inch spiky black heels.
God, but he was dying to fuck her. "I've had nothing but
problems from you today" she began and Alan dreaded what
might be about to happen. "But I think tonight will be a
good night and I can't be bothered to waste my energies
punishing you."
He sighed.
She stood thinking for a few seconds. She spoke, "On my
return, you will be in here waiting, dressed as you are
now. In the meantime, I want you to clean all of the
items in my bottom drawer ready for later". With that,
she left. Alan took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
It would be fun later. He went to her room and took the
contents of the bottom drawer and laid them all on the
bed.
He took an inventory of items - he knew them all well.
At some time or other, he'd had 'experience' of them
all. There was a 6" vibrator, fairly standard item. A
10" black vibrator with ridges and lumps. A 4" butt-plug
(often he would be made to 'wear' it for long periods).
Several pairs of handcuffs, wrist cuffs, straps and
other restraint devices. A whip. A ball-gag and bondage
hood. A penis clamp - a small cuff that wrapped around
his cock and could be tightened. It would be worn whilst
limp to prevent erections.
If he got erect whilst wearing it, the discomfort was
quite intense - they had used this item a lot as part of
his initial 'training'. A penis lash - a cord that would
tied behind his helmet and passed back between his legs
and tied to a belt he would wear. Again, this made
erections difficult and uncomfortable. Finally, there
were several lengths of cord, a spanking paddle and
blindfolds. A regular bondage general store - but Alan
loved them all. He set about making sure they were clean
and in working order for later. His hands trembled
whilst he did so.
Part Three
Alan was surprised to hear her return so early. She
hadn't left until seven and it was only nine now.
Thankfully, he'd gotten his chores finished. He was
surprised to hear other voices with Lisa - male voices,
no - just one voice but laughing and talking quickly.
The door to the lounge closed and the voices became too
muffled to hear. Alan was sitting on his bed, still
dressed (as instructed) in his maid's outfit. He opened
his door and strained to hear. He could make out Lisa's
voice and that of a man - not a voice he knew. One thing
was clear to Alan - that Lisa was out for sex tonight.
He had tidied her discarded day clothes and smelt her
panties, they were wet with her juices. He moved onto
the landing and strained to hear.
After a couple of minutes he thought he heard some
playful 'Oohs' and 'Aahs' but after a short time more
they sounded less playful and more serious. Alan was
convinced that Lisa was being fucked downstairs. He
moved very quietly downstairs and stood next to the door
to the lounge. Quite clearly now, he could hear Lisa's
low moans. The only time lately he'd heard that was when
she been rubbing herself after punishing him or watching
him wank and then frigging herself.
He heard the other man's voice say 'Come on baby, I'm
gonna come soon, rub on me now..' and other words of
encouragement. After another minute he heard Lisa squeak
and the man almost roar as he came. He heard Lisa - 'Oh
shit, shit, shit. Yes, keep going, OH SHIT!' and he
could tell she had come. Alan waited a while longer
until he heard low talk and thought it best not be found
listening. He carefully crept back upstairs and waited
at the top until he was sure he hadn't been heard and
then returned to his room.
After a gap of five minutes, a door downstairs opened
and Lisa called out "Oh, Alana darling, please serve us
drinks now please". Alan blushed scarlet. She was going
to humiliate him by treating him as a real maid - and
calling him Alana. He stood and checked himself in the
mirror. He made sure his uniform and stockings were
straight and walked downstairs. The sight that greeted
him almost made his cock burst out of his tight shorts.
Lisa was sitting on the sofa, legs casually crossed
chatting to the man in the armchair. Lisa was wearing
her hold-up stockings, high heels and pearl jewellery
and nothing else.
The man was completely naked. He looked to be in his
thirties, dark complexion, well defined body and quite
tall. "Alana" began Lisa "this is Antonio". Antonio
stood and turned to Alan. His face showed no emotion and
he casually said "Fix me a vodka cocktail, please". Lisa
gave Alan her order and he moved quickly to the kitchen.
Alan could not believe what he had just seen - not just
the dirtiness of the whole scene, but Antonio's cock. It
was limp but at least six inches long and about two
inches across. Alan wondered what it looked like hard.
He returned with the drinks a minute later and Antonio
and Lisa were chatting casually. Alan put the tray of
drinks on the coffee-table and moved back towards the
kitchen. Lisa spoke, "Alana, you are forgetting
yourself, and our guest" her eyes twinkled. "Come back
over here and offer Antonio something else" she paused
"after all, that is your job..as a maid". Alan blushed
once more and his cock twitched. He walked in front of
Antonio and said "Is there anything else I can do for
you sir?"
Antonio smiled. "Yes" he began, "get this hard for me"
and placed a hand on his cock. Alan swallowed but knelt
dutifully in front of Antonio and held his limp cock in
his hand. It felt heavy and smooth. He rubbed it slowly
a couple of times and noticed a slight weep of come
around the eye. Lisa noticed it too as she was leaning
forwards from the sofa.
"You'd better not let that stain the carpet.." she
trailed her words off. Alan knew what she meant and bent
his head down to Antonio's cock and flicked his tongue
over the head to lap up the offending droplet. It tasted
salty but he felt the cock react when he did this. He
flicked his tongue once more for good measure and could
start to feel it stiffening.
However, it wasn't just Antonio's cock that was
stiffening. Alan knew the dangers of letting his cock
become an 'issue' in any proceedings. He rubbed Antonio
a few more times and got him fully stiff. He nearly
gasped when he saw the results of his handiwork.
Antonio's cock was about 12" long and as thick as Alan's
forearm. Alan felt the back of his throat go dry as he
quickly calculated the possibilities that lay ahead. He
must ensure he kept them both happy so that this
'monster' wouldn't be let loose upon him.
Alan leant back and stood up. It was then that Lisa
noticed his bulge. "And WHAT is THAT?" she almost
shrieked. Alan froze. Lisa walked towards him and said
"I don't think that a good Maid should be showing
something like THAT, do you?" The question needed no
answer. She walked over to Alan and stood next to him,
facing Antonio still seated in his chair. "Antonio, do
you think she deserves to be punished?" Antonio was
playing along "Certainly, but how severe should this
punishment be?" and with that he rubbed his stiff cock.
Lisa smiled and said "Alana, go upstairs and fetch my
equipment from my bottom drawer and we can see about you
punishment" and she slapped his arse. Alan quickly left
the room and almost ran upstairs. He was trembling with
a mixture of anticipation, excitement and fear.
Part Four
Alan returned with the 'equipment' as Lisa had put it.
He had considered leaving some of it behind, but Lisa
would know and the consequences would be even more dire.
He laid it on the coffee table and stood back. Lisa and
Antonio leaned forwards like children inspecting a cake
laid before them. Alan picked up the penis collar and
inspected it closely. Finally he said "What is this
for?" Lisa took it from him and gave it Alan. "Show him"
she directed. Alan lifted the hem of his uniform and
showed the tops of his stockings and his tight shorts.
He slipped the shorts down to his knees but Lisa
instructed him to remove them fully. He did so and took
the collar from her outstretched hand. He looked down at
his swollen cock and knew that this wouldn't be easy.
The collar was tight fitting when he was limp - he
didn't know if he could put it on and if he couldn't he
would arouse himself in the process (making matters
worse) and incur Lisa's wrath. She saw the hesitation in
his face. "NOW!" she shouted and both Alan and Antonio
jumped. Alan pushed the tip of his cock through the
collar but it wouldn't go any further. He stopped and
looked up. He knew what to do now - this item had been
used many times before as part of his training.
"Please mistress" he began "I've been a naughty boy and
I'm too excited to put it on". Lisa smiled and said
"Very well, you know what to do". Alan retreated into
the kitchen and waited for a few minutes until he had
gone limp. He then quickly pushed the collar on whilst
he had the chance. He pushed it to the base of his cock,
leaving the head fully exposed as the foreskin was drawn
back. It fitted tightly but not uncomfortably - for now.
Alan returned to the lounge to see Lisa reclining in the
chair rubbing the 6" vibrator over her nipples. Antonio
was relaxing in the other chair. He stared at Lisa. She
looked straight back at him and licked her full, red
lips.
Alan stiffened and the discomfort started almost
immediately. The collar restricted his 'growth' and he
could feel his whole cock throbbing as the blood forced
its' way around his member. Lisa grinned. Antonio leant
forwards and instructed 'Alana' to lift 'her' dress so
that he could see what was going on. Alan blushed
crimson. His cock was now pointing horizontally and was
the shape of a dumbbell, squeezed to the width of Alan's
thumb in the middle but almost as big as his fist at
both ends. His scrotum had swollen also.
"Oh dear" started Lisa, "that does look uncomfortable"
and she leant back in her chair and lifted her legs wide
onto the chair arms to show her wet pussy to both men.
She brought the tip of the vibrator down to her lips and
rubbed it slowly over their length - all the way down to
her anus. "Alana darling, kneel before me and lick me
out" she ordered. Alan winced a little but complied.
As he knelt, his cock head brushed against his leg and
the discomfort increased. He bent forwards to aim his
tongue at her pussy but Lisa held him back with her
hands on his shoulders. "Stop there" she said and
motioned to Antonio to join in the fun. Antonio picked
up the leather paddle and knelt behind Alan who was now
bending forwards in front of Lisa with his arse fully
exposed -framed by his garter belt and stockings.
Antonio lifted his arm and brought the paddle down
sharply across Alan's cheeks.
Alan winced but he was used to this sort of treatment.
And he knew better than to dare to cry out. Undeterred,
Antonio swung again and again once more.
Frustrated by Alan's lack of reaction, Antonio spun
round to look at the coffee table to see what other
'equipment' might be used. He spied the butt-plug. A 4"
long device that started slim but swelled out to be 4"
in circumference and then back to slim again before a
'T' piece finished it off - and to stop it disappearing
forever into a waiting anus. Antonio picked up the plug
and looked at Lisa who nodded her consent. Antonio
pushed the plug against Alan puckered anus but realised
some lubrication would be needed. He moved and held it
directly in front of Alan's mouth. "Lick it" he said
contemptuously.
Alan coyly snaked his tongue out to flick over the cold
plastic but realised that the wetter it was, the easier
for him so he sucked it into his mouth to drench it in
saliva. Antonio pulled it from him and pushed it back
against his puckered arsehole. The tip entered Alan and
a small push from Antonio was all it needed to slip into
place. Alan grunted but liked the sensation,
unfortunately the extra stimulation caused his cock to
swell further making him bend in pain. Lisa looked down
at him. "Sit over there" she said motioning to the sofa.
Alan stood and walked carefully to the sofa making sure
not to trap his cock when he sat. The pain was easing as
his cock was getting used to its' restriction.
But Lisa wasn't finished. She already had one fucking
from Antonio and wanted more. She rubbed the vibrator
over her pussy lips and looked directly into Antonio's
eyes. He needed no further encouragement and moved
towards her. With his powerful arms he picked her up and
turned her over so that her arms were over the back of
the chair and her arse was raised up to the level of his
massive cock. She was already wet and the first push of
his hips thrust him into her.
Lisa almost screamed as she felt the monster cock force
a path inside of her. Antonio pulled back almost until
he withdrew and pushed in again. Lisa bucked her
shoulders backwards giving Antonio the chance to bring
his hands to her tits. He pinched the nipples hard and
thrust himself into her again. All this time, Alan was
being forced to watch this. To watch his wife being
fucked senseless whilst his cock was bound and next to
useless.
Antonio quicken his thrusts a little but it was enough
to send Lisa over the edge. She screamed and clawed at
the chair finally burying her face into it as she came.
Antonio stopped moving, he hadn't come but was close. He
whispered in her ear and all Lisa could do was nod
feebly. He withdrew from her and walked over to Alan.
"Suck it" were his only words. By this time, Alan's cock
was causing him pain again but he dutifully took the
monster cock in both hands and fed the swollen head into
his mouth.
He tasted Lisa juices and licked them greedily before
Antonio pushed a little and his mouth was filled with
cock. Alan rubbed Antonio expertly whilst lick his head
and pushing the tip of his tongue into the 'eye' where
he could taste the drops of come. He pulled Antonio out
as he came and let the spunk spurt over his face. After
a couple of streams of come had landed on his cheek and
chin, he took him into his mouth again to swallow the
rest. It was hot and salty. Antonio stepped back and
almost collapsed back into a chair. Lisa hadn't moved
and so hadn't witnessed her husband being used that way.
It was then that Alan took a decision. The first real
manly decision he had taken, with regard to his sex
life, in quite a while. With the other two luxuriating
in the post-come mood, he unstrapped the collar around
his cock and shuddered as the blood filled his head. It
throbbed greatly for a few seconds before relaxing. But
he was still very stiff. He moved behind Lisa and
expertly removed the butt plug. Without her even being
aware of what was happening, he licked a finger and
pushed it into her anus. Lisa lifted her head but very
quickly, Alan removed his finger and pushed in the plug.
Lisa howled in discomfort and started to remonstrate by
shouting "HOW DARE..." but that was as far as she got
before Alan shove the big black vibrator in her mouth
and his cock into her wet pussy. He pushed and fucked
her furiously for about a minute before he came.
When he did come, he pushed still deeper to feel every
inch of his cock in the warm wet flesh of his wife's
pussy. Lisa had removed the vibrator but said nothing
during this but as Alan increased his tempo she felt
herself coming and when he came, he pushed her over the
edge. He bent to whisper in her ear "This stops now.
It's gone too far. You're MY wife and you'll behave that
way - got it!"
It was not a question that required an answer and Lisa
knew that. "Now, get rid of him, run me a bath and then
prepare yourself to please ME, to do what I want, okay?"
Lisa said "Yes, Master..." softly.
Alan had finally reclaimed his life.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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