Chcę zobaczyć, jak twoja dziura służy 10 mężczyznom i sprawia, że jesz ich spermę

"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.