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“Good MOOOOORNIIIIING, my darling little babyslave~!!!” “Uuurgh…” That shrill voice singing so early in the morning just hit ALL the wrong nerves. Lucy stirred slightly as she awakened, only able to move an inch in any single direction. The sole piece of clothing covering any of her supple body squished coldly against her backside, making her groan with disgust from behind her paci-gag. No doubts about it, she’d soaked it through the night...again. “Wakey-Wakey, Baby Slavey~ Ooo, you just look so COZY in there, don’t you~? Say “Good Morning”~!” A crazed, yet adoring face spo