I lounge on the sofa, my leather boots gleaming as I scroll through my phone, utterly indifferent to the pathetic worm standing naked before me, his worthless manhood locked in a cruel cage. He trembles, eyes pleading, but I ignore him until boredom strikes. Rising, I seize his face, my nails digging in, forcing his lips apart to thread needles through, sealing his insolent mouth shut. His muffled whimpers fuel my sadistic glee—I own him completely, body and soul, in this exquisite torment.
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