My loyal slaves lie prostrate at my feet, their worthless bodies exposed and caged in unyielding steel, denying them any shred of pleasure without my command. I stride over them in my fishnet glory, heel grinding into tender flesh, eliciting guttural cries as I trample their locked manhoods into submission. Tattoos scar their skin like badges of eternal servitude, collars chaining their wills to mine. In this dungeon of delight, I orchestrate their torment, pushing boundaries until they beg for more exquisite ruin.
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