(Censorship solely in the preview) My private throne exists not just for my satisfaction but for anyone I choose to include. Today, he will meet my devoted female companion, transforming him into her subordinate as well. In preparation, I’ve kept him restrained in chastity for a week, his desire palpable as it strains against the confining cage. The keys dangle teasingly from my heel, swaying before his desperate gaze. Poor fool—torn between the thrill of serving two mistresses and the agony of his denied release. Diana and I begin by indulging in a smoke, using him as both an ashtray and a spittoon. We torment his nipples with our heels, hands, and the searing touch of cigarette burns. After extinguishing the butts on his tongue, I unlock the cage practically fused to his throbbing member. He’s allowed to touch himself while my companion positions herself above, delivering a stream of filth into his mouth. It’s messy—a testament to her excitement, though she hesitates, overwhelmed by the power dynamic. Yet, the quantity I provide will suffice for both. A gruesome, unending length emerges from me, filling his mouth to the brim. Even my companion gazes in awe. He chews, swallows, and cleans up every last bit. I supply more, and he obliges without protest. Next comes a torrent of urine, equally consumed. The stray remnants on the floor? A snap of my fingers, and he’s on all fours, licking it clean. After nearly half an hour of degradation and his persistent arousal, I finally grant him release as my companion mercilessly tortures his nipples. The climax is explosive—a fitting end to his servitude.
