For a true slave, worth is measured in obedience and nothing proves devotion like gagging on my strap-on. You’ll kneel, trembling, as I shove the thick silicone down your throat until your eyes water, until drool spills in messy rivers down your chin. No hesitation, no cowardice, just raw submission, gagging around every inch until you become nothing more than a living sheath for my pleasure. With each **** of my fingers, you shove your head deeper onto my cock. If you struggle? Good. If you beg? Even better. But if you take it like a proper slave, spit-slick, gasping, pushing your limits just to hear me praise you, then perhaps you’ve earned the right to worship something even harder. My boot, my fist, my approval.
