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Her name was Kaira. She liked to fuck with men. SHe liked to control and abuse and use them.

Three months in chastity was never enough. She had to have them begging and crying for a small release.

Those were the days that she kicked her feet back, and indulged in pleasure. Their tongues expressed their grief towards her swelling shithole and pussy.

She had them crying, lapping up her juices and never allowed to expel or excrete their own. Kaira didn’t want that toxic mess on her carpet. She had better things to do.

When she found a man who wasn’t a waste of her time, she would take the time to break him. She got in his head and fed him bullshit and fantasies. He would be eating her shit soon, and be a shell of his former self.

She found a man named Kenny. He was staying at the same hotel. SHe told him she needed some help opening a champagne bottle, and he came to her room.

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“You need to pull harder. You’re not gonna get that thing off.” It was three months later. Kaira didn’t let Kenny drink champagne anymore. He was not gonna get anything off.

She liked his tongue. She had trained him well. Today was the fourth of the month, so it was one of his begging days. He had to beg her for three hours to be released. This ensured that he was totally broken.

SHe liked to sip wine while he begged, then it was time for a licking session.

“You know, I can always castrate you and we can be done with it. How much longer do you want to stay pent up?”