I set one rule: “Yes, and…” No hesitation. No resistance. Just total surrender. You came for an improv lesson. I gave you a crash course in submission. I stripped you bare with words alone. Made you produce spit to lube my hand. Lick your own precum off my fingers. I pushed you — physically, mentally — into every layer of this twisted scene. You tried to call “new choice.” I ignored it. I took your cock in my mouth, licked it, spat it back in your face. Introduced a shared dildo — made you taste it after I’d used it on every hole. Then I rode your face as you came inside me, let you taste your cum dripping from my ass. Plugged your ass with the same toy, slick with your own load, and made you climax again. And in the end? I made you suck it clean. This was never about improv. It was about control. Did you enjoy being the scene, sweetheart? Let me know when you’re ready for the next lesson.