This is how My property earns his pleasure—by first proving his devotion with his mouth. I make him kneel and suck My strap-on like it’s the only thing that matters, deep-throating it with the desperation of a true submissive. I guide his head, praise and mock him, making sure he knows this isn’t just play—it’s service. Once he’s properly prepared, I restrain him tightly to the CBT chair, completely vulnerable, legs spread and body open for Me. But this time, I want eye contact. I want him to see exactly what’s happening. He’s bound face-up, and I mount him slowly, deliberately, letting him feel every inch as I slide into him. The power exchange is electric—he can’t move, can’t look away, just take what I give and be grateful for it. I fuck him while locking eyes, owning his body and mind. Every thrust is control. Every whimper is permission. This is My strap-on. This is My slave. And this is what it means to truly submit.