I Want to See Your Hole Serve 10 Men and Make You Eat Their Cum
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"Just another plaything for the men to use," I taunt, watching as you prepare to take on the formidable punishment of serving ten men, one by one. The desperate, pitiful look in your eyes is inoxicating, the fear palpable. I get a perverse satisfaction from stripping away your manhood, reducing you to a submissive toy for my amusement. It's not about your pleasure - it never is. It's about control, humiliation, and the thrill of absolute domination. When the men finish with you, it's my turn. "Clean me up," I order, a wicked grin spreading across my face as you comply, the taste of our combined satisfaction a bitter pill to swallow. It's all part of your punishment, a degrading task designed to reinforce your submissive position. But it doesn't end there. You listen to the sound of my continued pleasure through the door, before being summoned again. This time to clean the floor. Not with a mop or a towel, but with your tongue. A grotesque, yet fitting end to your punishment.
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to your failings, to your inability to please me.
They are here to teach you a lesson,
to break you down and rebuild you
into a more obedient servant.
Their eyes on you are predatory,
filled with a lust that is not for your pleasure,
but for your submission.
And you, you are their canvas, their playground,
their means to satisfy me.
I watch as the first man steps forward,
his gaze hard and uncompromising.
Look at him, I command my voice of your actions,
but there is no escape, no way out.
You are here in this room at the mercy of these men.
You are their toy, their plaything,
and they have every intention of using you
to their heart's content.
The man behind you grunts,
his thrust growing more aggressive, more punishing.
You can feel him inside you,
his presence a cruel reminder of your submission.
But even as you gasp, even as you squirm beneath him,
you know the nation.
I watch as you are taken, used,
as you are reduced to a mere toy for these men.
Your *****, your whimpers, they only add to my enjoyment,
a perfect symphony to underscore your punishment.
From the corner of the room, I continue to watch you,
a wicked smile playing on my lips.
I revel in the spectacle,
the sight of you being passed around like a mere plaything.
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