Denied, Dripping, and Full

Mmm, look at you~ Locked up, bent over, whining like this is some kind of reward. It’s not. This is mine. My strap. My pace. My pleasure. You just take it. No touching. No begging. No cumming~ I feel your cage twitch with every slow thrust. Poor thing… so full, so denied, so desperate. You get used. You get stuffed. Then you get left just like this— aching, dripping, obedient. Stay still. Stay full. Stay mine~ That’s your only job tonight. And you're lucky to have it.