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The more pathetic you are, the more fun it is to torment you.

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Old school FLR played out in the kitchen!

Open your mouth for Mommy.

Everyone wants a goth girlfriend, until she locks your cock in a cage and won’t let you cum until the next blue moon because she needs your concentrated suffering to complete her satanic ritual. 

“Honestly? I’ve lost track. This company burns through interns so fast, sometimes I don’t even bother keeping track of whose key is whose. I mean, what’s the point? We don’t have to unlock the ones who quit, right? I think the legal limit for locking up male interns is 30 days, so I guess I’ll just start counting from today. Hopefully I won’t lose track, again!”

Your boss heard you complaining in the break room to one of your friends about how bad it is having to work for a woman. After pulling you into her office, she decided that instead of firing you on the spot, she would invite herself over to your home for dinner that evening and give you one last shot at proving you valued your position at her company. Things didn’t end up going quite as you thought they would. “Face the door. I want the first things your wife to see when she walk in is how eager her submissive bitch of a husband is to keep his job. I have to say, this is a much nicer home than I was expecting. I’m obviously paying you too much. Let’s cut your salary down by 12%. Of course, if that’s too much of a loss for you and you find yourself needing extra money, we can talk about making ‘this’ your new ‘overtime’ position.”