Get on your knees. Lower. Now open your mouth — that's the only thing it's good for anymore. I'm draped in a tight purple pantyhose bodysuit, every curve pressed against your face while I remind you of your single function in this world. You don't get to touch yourself. You don't get to think about your own pleasure. That cock is locked away and forgotten because your entire existence has been reassigned to my ass. You kneel, you worship, and you clean up every inch of what real men leave behind after they've used me the way you never could. I bred with someone who actually deserves it, and now you get the aftermath. Tongue out, face buried deep, hands behind your back like the obedient little ass-eating servant you've become. I feel you trembling under the weight of your chastity cage and I love it. Your desperation means nothing to me — it only makes me wetter knowing you'll never get relief. Not from me. Not from anyone. This is your life now. Worshipping my hole while ignoring your cock. Every breath you take smells like my skin, my sweat, the remnants of a man who actually deserves the privilege. You? You earn scraps. And even those, I make you beg for. Ass worship isn't a kink for you anymore. You literally live eat breathe it now.
