Today I woke up already hard. C*ck throbbing, b*lls heavy. Something was pulling me. Not just wanting — it was breaking me. The female mask lay next to me and my fingers grabbed it on their own. Cold. Smooth. Like it had been waiting. I put it on... and instantly knew — it was over. She wasn’t letting me go.

Latex stretched over my body like someone else’s skin. The corset bit into my ribs, crushing my waist until it hurt. The fake tits settled heavy and foreign on my chest. I looked up at the mirror — and didn’t see myself. I saw a dominant b*tch. The bl*ck bob wig framed her face, turning the eyes cold and hungry.

Then the boots. Twelve-centimeter heels. I closed them... and heard the small heavy padlocks click shut. One. Two. Done. Now they can’t come off. No key. And I didn’t even look for one. I liked being locked into these legs.

She stared at me from the mirror. And I was already ready for anything.

Her fingers slowly traced the latex on my thighs. I watched the material shine with every movement. Watched her move those locked boots. Watched the corset hold my body in that perfect, humiliating shape.

She picked up an empty glass and slowly showed it to me. I was still trying to understand... then she opened the latex at the crotch. Cold air h*t my hot, already leaking c*ck.I wanted to grab it myself. Wanted to start stroking. But my hand refused to obey. Fingers just wouldn’t move. Like someone else was holding the controls. Only her fingers closed around my c*ck.Hard. Tight. Slippery with my own precum.

I watched in the mirror as she stroked me. C*mpletely owning me. My body no longer mine. The *rgasm built fast, greedy, almost growling... and at the peak she stopped. Just squeezed the base and waited. My c*ck j*rked, pulsed, and thick c*m slowly, humiliatingly dripped into the glass. No thrust. No release. Just leaked. A stolen, ruined *rgasm. I tried to move my hand again — useless. My hand stayed c*mpletely still. And my c*ck kept getting only ruined *rgasms.She did it again. And again. Until my b*lls were empty and aching. Until my c*ck could only weakly twitch, still begging, but no longer able to c*m properly. The glass was full of thick, warm c*m.

She brought it to my lips.

And I drank it all in one instant. One greedy swallow. Warm, thick, mine. I almost swallowed every drop... and only at the very last second spit out the rest. A weak, pathetic struggle. She immediately grabbed my sensitive, ruined c*ck again and started stroking harder, faster — punishing me for disobedience. I felt myself starting to sink again. The mask pulling me back. The latex getting tighter. The padlocks on the boots pressing into my ankles. My will melting.I managed to break free. This time.

But I’m already afraid of what comes next. Because part of me... really wants her to win. And wants those padlocks to stay locked forever.

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