I recline in my velvet chair, exhaling smoke into the dim air, my inked arm glistening as I dangle the gleaming clamp before my wretched pet’s eyes. He kneels, naked and trembling, bowl in hand to catch his inevitable drool. With a wicked grin, I seize his tongue, pinching it mercilessly in steel jaws, yanking the chain to stretch it grotesquely. “Beg for more, slave,” I purr, ash flicking onto his skin, his muffled whimpers fueling my sadistic ecstasy in this eternal game of power and agony.
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