XX Toy XX

Don't worry cunt. I'm the only one who understands you... your need to be broken and exposed to the world as you really are.

There will be no hiding with Me. I will make you do all the things you can't alone. your dresses will become shorter and more revealing. your tits will hang and sway freely under your low cut tops and dresses, your nipples will show through the thin fabric of the clothing I allow, and your ass and cunt will hang out of the bottom of your skirts so that each time you sit, your ass will be sitting directly on the seat and your cunt will be on display.

Eventually, you'll get used to looking and feeling like a whore in public. you'll get looks of lust and disgust from those who look at you wide eyed in public. By now, you and I both know that they will make the little fuck hole between your legs a slimy mess.

Thinking about doing this and being made to do it are two different things. your own degradation by My hand will become so common that there will be no choice but to accept your new look as your new normal.

I will not accept anything less than your complete ruination and exposure,

“What’s the difference between you and a fleshlight?” Finity murmured, his breath hot against the back of her neck.

Kelly barely had time to process the words before he thrust into her without warning, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth, brutal stroke.

She grunted sharply, the sound muffled by the thick latex hood as her body jolted forward against the restraints.

“You’re self-lubricating.”

She was trapped in glossy black latex from head to toe, the catsuit stretched tight over her skin like a shiny second layer, highlighting every curve and tremble. Her wrists and ankles were locked in heavy leather cuffs to the sturdy metal frame, bent over and utterly helpless—ass presented, legs forced apart, back arched. No escape. No mercy.