You gasp. Your body writhes. And yet, your c*ck rises — hopelessly begging for attention. Pathetic. And yet... so arousing. But I won’t listen. I’ll crush it too — with the same cold grace I use to break everything inside you.

You are no longer a man. Not even a person. Just flesh — for p*in. For power. For my game.

And when I’ve crushed every trace of humanity left in you... when your c*ck and b*lls are nothing but a blurred shadow of what once was — only then will you become what you were meant to be. A real sl*ve. Fully. Irrevocably. Mine.

26:T537,

Hello, my dear sl*ve. I know how much you’ve dreamed of this moment... waiting, hoping, trembling with anticipation. Still clinging to the fantasy that I came here to give you relief? How naïve. Tonight, you’ll get only p*in — pure, deliberate, without even a trace of mercy. Exactly what you deserve.

On your knees. Now. Let your submission be visible from the very first glance. Your c*ck — pathetic, disgraceful — will be ignored. No touch. No pity. It will s*ffer alongside your b*lls. And all of it... for my pleasure.

I can feel them pulsing beneath my sole... thin, trembling, fragile. Every press, every shift of my foot is like playing the keys of p*in — and I play you like a twisted instrument.

You gasp. Your body writhes. And yet, your c*ck rises — hopelessly begging for attention. Pathetic. And yet... so arousing. But I won’t listen. I’ll crush it too — with the same cold grace I use to break everything inside you.

You are no longer a man. Not even a person. Just flesh — for p*in. For power. For my game.

And when I’ve crushed every trace of humanity left in you... when your c*ck and b*lls are nothing but a blurred shadow of what once was — only then will you become what you were meant to be. A real sl*ve. Fully. Irrevocably. Mine.

2b:Tbf7,

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