My fingers dance over your worthless manhood, slathering it in deceptive balm before the torment unleashes. I clamp those green vices tight, squeezing until your muffled cries echo through the mask discarded at my feet. Chains pull taut, stretching your flesh to breaking. Then the needle plunges deep, crimson beads blooming like forbidden roses. I pinch and twist your skin, reveling in your agony, your body arching in futile resistance. This is your ecstasy in surrender, my pet—broken, owned, eternally mine in this crimson chamber of pain.
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