He thought he was a man once. He thought he had a voice, a will, a right to exist outside of Her shadow. But Goddess Obsidian doesn’t just dominate—She erases. And tonight, She’s going to make sure he never forgets his place again.

He’s already broken—locked in a chastity cage, dressed in a tight bl*ck PVC maid’s dress, his blond wig askew from the last time She dragged him across the floor by his hair. His high heels click uselessly against the concrete as he trembles, knowing what’s coming. His mascara is smudged, his lipstick smeared, but none of that matters. The only thing that matters is Her *ss—the h*le he was born to worship, the altar he will spend the rest of his life kneeling before.

The Sm*thering: Breathing Her Filth

She straddles his face without warning, Her G-string barely covering the perfect, round *ss he’s about to know better than his own name. There’s no warm-up, no mercy—just the cold, cruel command to sn*ff, then l*ck, then tongue-f*ck Her sacred h*le while She rides his face like a throne.

"You thought you could speak to Me?" She sneers, grinding Her *ss into his mouth. "You thought you had a right to even look at Me?" His protests are muffled beneath Her, his struggles useless as She sm*thers him c*mpletely. His nose is buried in the damp fabric of Her G-string, inhaling the musk of Her dominance, the sweat of Her power, the proof of his inferiority.

She spreads Her cheeks wide, exposing Her dark, puckered h*le—the h*le that owns him. "You’re going to learn to love this," She purrs, lowering herself onto his face. His nose is shoved inside Her anus, sealed in Her filth as She sits with Her full weight, f*cking his nose with slow, deliberate bounces. "You liked My *ss so much? Well, now you get to lay in it." His tears mix with Her sweat as She grinds into him, Her moans the only sound he’s allowed to hear.

The Tasting: A Tongue-F*cking Lesson

"Now it’s time for tasting," She commands, spreading Her cheeks wider, dragging his outstretched tongue across Her cr*ck. He l*cks obediently, cleaning every inch of Her exterior, his gag reflex long since destroyed by Her training. "Now point that tongue," She orders. "You’re gonna taste the inside of My *ss."

She pushes Her h*le onto his tongue, face-f*cking him with increasing speed, bouncing until Her cheeks slap his face. The sound of flesh on flesh fills the room, the wet, obscene noise of Her *ss claiming his mouth. Then She sits with Her full weight, crushing his face under Her *ss, using him as a chair while his tongue probes deeper, searching for more of Her filth.

"Keep that tongue moving," She demands, reclining on his body, resting Her feet on his legs as She sm*thers him c*mpletely. She grants him brief breaths, but only to order him back to work, pushing his tongue deeper into Her *sshole. "Ugh, yeah... just like that, b*tch," She moans, grinding Her *ss into his face until his world is nothing but Her filth.

The Breaking: A Sl*ve’s Final Transformation

By the time She’s done, he won’t just respect Her *ss—he’ll worship it. Because Goddess Obsidian doesn’t just punish—She rewires. She reclines on his body, sm*thering him c*mpletely as She demands more. "I said KEEP THAT F*CKING TONGUE MOVING!" She grants him brief breaths, but only to order him back to work, pushing his tongue deeper into Her *sshole.

His mind is broken, his will erased, his body nothing more than a tool for Her pleasure. His chastity cage stays locked, his lips stay sealed around Her filth, his soul crushed beneath the weight of Her superiority. He swallows every drop of Her c*m, his own pathetic whimpers overpowered by Her commands.

The Aftermath: A Living Toilet

When She finally rolls off him, he’s gasping, overwhelmed in his own humiliation. His face is coated in Her filth, his tongue raw from worshipping Her h*le. She looks down at him with disgust and amusement, kicking his cage lightly with Her heel.

"You did well, b*tch," She purrs, not because he deserves praise, but because She enjoys his desperation for it. "Maybe next time, I’ll let you clean My p*ssy too." She smirks, bl*wing him a mocking kiss before turning Her back on him.

He lies there, broken, owned, a living toilet for Her to use as She pleases. His mind replays the degradation, his body craves more, and his soul knows one truth:

He was born for this.

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