You think you’re ready for me. I walk in and you tense immediately, doing your best to look useful. I speak calmly as I inspect what you’ve done, letting my words pull you down where you belong. When I press my boots into you, slow and deliberate, you feel exactly what I want you to feel. This is how you earn your humiliation. Then I take it further. I unlock you so I can use you properly. There is no reward in being exposed. I decide how hard you take it, how long you last, and how much you can handle. Every strike is controlled, every reaction noticed, and the only thing that matters is how well you suffer for me. When I decide you’ve had enough, I put you back in your cage where you belong. I settle onto your face, using you as a seat while I control your breathing and your focus. You are trapped underneath me, struggling for each inhale while I enjoy the pressure of your body held still beneath mine. After that, I press my massager against you through the bars. You can’t move. You can’t think. You can only take what I give you. I control the pace, the pressure, and the moment you fall apart. When you finally cum, you know it only happened because I allowed it. Serve. Suffer. Finish. All for Wednesday.
