Я контролировал твой оргазм с поясом целомудрия в течение недели и трахаю твою дырку страпоном

"Look at you," I purr, circling you like a predator. The sight of you locked in chastity is a delicious one - the desperation in your eyes, the way your body trembles with need. My fingers find your nipples, teasing and twisting them, each harsh tug pulling a whimper from your lips. The balance of power is a cruel mistress, and tonight, she's in my favor. "Now, open wide," I demand, pulling out of your ass and pushing the strap-on against your lips. The taste of yourself is a stark reminder of your humiliation. You obey, your eagerness pathetic. The sight of you there, on your knees, humiliated and desperate, sends a thrill through me. The night is young, and your punishment has only just begun.