Three ruined orgasms. Three times his body convulsed against the chains, spilling helplessly while I denied him any real pleasure. His cock pulsed pathetically, each ruin draining him further until he was nothing but a shuddering mess at my feet. Then came the real submission. I scooped his useless cum onto my fingers and pushed it between his lips. His disgusted moan was sweeter than any praise. ‘Swallow,’ I growled, and his throat obeyed before his mind could protest. That’s when he finally understood — his pleasure was never the point. Only my amusement. Now he stares at me with hollow, worshipful eyes. He’ll remember the taste of his own failure long after the chains come off. A fitting lesson for any man who forgets his place. Your turn next? Bring tribute, or I’ll make you lick it off the floor.
