“Is that yes or no?” He asked you
“… y…”
You pushed back, your former cock filling you and you exhaled. “Yes… oh god… yes. Fuck me. Fill me. Take me. Screw me!” You begged.
He paused. Teases and frustrates you. Edging you. Enjoying the game. The new control. He is clearly imagining you trapped like this. His property. His plaything. A complete exchange of power and control.
“Yes… master…” Cajoles you. Mocks you. Makes you imagine your new existence that lies an orgasm away
“What would my future cock sleeve like to wear if I were to allow her to wear clothes?” He asks you.
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