Imagine coming back from work after a long, exhausting day… You open the bedroom door and freeze. There I am — in our bed — moaning for him. A huge, throbbing BBC stretching me in ways you could never dream of. You’re not the man here anymore… you’re just the witness. You can’t stop it. You can’t even protest. All you’re allowed is to kneel at the edge of the bed, hold my hand, and rub my feet while I ride him deeper and harder. And you? Pathetic little thing, locked in chastity, unable to do a single thing about it. Every thrust he gives me is a reminder of your place… and I make sure you watch every second. This is your worst nightmare… or your ultimate fantasy. Either way, I own you now.
