Look at you, squirming in that painful wedgie I gave you—completely helpless as you watch me, the woman you thought you could control, now on my knees for your bully. But no, you’re not allowed to see it all, are you? You only get censored glimpses, each pixel blurring what you desperately want to see—the raw, unfiltered pleasure I’m taking in sucking that cock. Each pixelated moment is a reminder of how far below me you really are. You’re stuck there, desperate and humiliated, with that wedgie digging into your soft little body, encouraged to watch while I take care of your tormentor.
