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Thinking about edging some poor denied slave boy rn. Maybe I’ve had him in Chasity for a few weeks so he’s really pent up and needy. I’d have him spread eagle on a table with each of his limbs fastened down with heavy steel pipe bondage. His ankles, thighs, stomach, neck, arms and wrists are all bolted down firmly so he can’t escape anything that’s about to happen to him. He’s already started to whine and beg to cum so I’d stuff his mouth with a large way too big ball gag to keep him quiet. Then comes the fun. I’d clamp open his labia so I can see everything then get to work on slowly brushing the head of his swollen tdick with makeup brushes, paint brushes, feathers, intermittently poking and prodding around with the sharp end, always way too light or too uncomfortable for him get any kind of real pleasure but still stimulation nonetheless. On and on and on, for what would feel like hours, I’d swirl those brushes around his little cock, pulling back the foreskin, sometimes flicking it to get a reaction. Squeezing it until he cries out then going back to brushing it agonisingly slowly. When I finally got the vibrator out, his eyes would roll back in relief before I had even touched him with it. I would hold it there for about 20 seconds, watching the pleasure build up, then taking it away, making him thrash wildly in his restraints, on the verge of tears. Then, without an ounce of remorse, I’d go right back to brushing his clit. Then, after a few more minutes of that torture I’d lock him back into Chasity without another word, leaving him sniffling and whimpering, never knowing when he’d next be able to cum, never knowing how many times he’d have to endure what I just put him through.

maybe you just need somebody big and strong and warm on top of you grinding their weight down into you pawing at your tits and forcing your legs open wide with their hips letting you grab and push and pull at them all you want but they just keep moving in you until all you want to do is hold on and float in how good they feel fucking you. maybe that's what you need. maybe that would fix you.

The fact that not only he is all dressed but he doesnt even think she deserves real cock so he just fucks her with a random object he found there

Exactly. She doesn’t deserve cock. She’s just a toy to be played with. Exactly how I’d treat you.

Forcing my fingers down a pathetic dog’s throat. Watching as it begins to panic realising it can’t breathe, desperately trying to pull away while my other hand is in its hair, holding it in place. Seeing the useless fear appearing in its eyes as it realises I won’t let it go. Watching the pathetic thing vomit around my fingers, clawing desperately at my wrist. Sobbing in a disgusting mess on the floor when I finally shove it away to clean off my gloves.