I've Been Controlling Your Orgasm with a Chastity Belt for a Week Now and Fucking Your Hole with a Strapon
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"Look at you," I purr, circling you like a predator. The sight of you locked in chastity is a delicious one - the desperation in your eyes, the way your body trembles with need. My fingers find your nipples, teasing and twisting them, each harsh tug pulling a whimper from your lips. The balance of power is a cruel mistress, and tonight, she's in my favor. "Now, open wide," I demand, pulling out of your ass and pushing the strap-on against your lips. The taste of yourself is a stark reminder of your humiliation. You obey, your eagerness pathetic. The sight of you there, on your knees, humiliated and desperate, sends a thrill through me. The night is young, and your punishment has only just begun.
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you. My arms crossed over my chest, a cold, harsh smirk playing on my lips. You are down
on your knees, the cold floor beneath you serving as a painful reminder of your current
predicament. Your eyes, filled with desperation, flicker upwards to meet mine. They plead,
beg for mercy. It's a pathetic sight, yet one that fills me with wicked delight. You've
been locked up for a week now. I've been wanting, is immensely satisfying. The way you whimper,
