Sealed tight in a bondage bag, completely helpless, my toy has no choice but to submit. I use him exactly how I want — teasing, edging, and owning every desperate twitch of his body. My weight presses down on him as I control his breath, keeping him right where he belongs: underneath me. There's no escape from my grip, no mercy in the way I work him over, until I milk every last drop from him, leaving him drained, humiliated, and used.